Quirón

Someone told me you're a wounded healer
But I still can't heal my wound
Because of my pain, how many people have I lost
Before I go, can you forgive me

I'm surrounded, but I feel empty
And money can't buy peace
I'm condemned, and the punishment is to stay alive
That's life, you receive what you give

I've given love and been paid with love
But the problem is that wanting is complicated
They wanted changes, and I didn't deliver results
And precisely, I didn't turn out as planned

How can they ask me not to live crazed
If what I've been is a senseless shame
If I take drugs, mom, I seriously don't measure myself
And I collapse and fall into loneliness

It's another pill, another rum, another 30 grams too much
Another cigarette, another blunt, I've turned the house into a bar
I hardly look at the sun, but in my eyes, the sea
Sometimes I want to cry, to release the salt from my body

I continue, but it's hard, it's just another wave, but the crest doesn't come
No matter how much I sleep, I don't rest, and demons bother me when
My soul lies down

They say I lost my essence, that I'm not the same as before, that I have
A heavy burden
I know I have questions, and I keep looking at the sky and don't get an answer

Candles and palo santo, passion and disenchantment, and the boat stays afloat
I sail through the room and can't find the shore, and I feel like I'm breaking

Sometimes I think about suicide, but I feel like there's too much missing in this idyll
With so much war, I can't reconcile, and even though I'm silent, I send a distress signal

Tears will fall, flowers will wither, fear will end, they will dig my grave
Between a lost angel and a devil doing evil

May the harm I've done be erased from your chest, and no scars remain
May the wounds heal because if anger speaks, they don't know what they're saying
Everyone messes up, everyone sins, but if the mistake is mine, obviously everyone sees the cracks
No one notices I limp because they look at my path, but they don't see the crutches

Only God knows I try, that I live in a struggle in this prison that is my body
I hope to be free like the wind, I feel like Chiron waiting for my moment