Solo de Día

Between you and me there are different ways
ways of thinking
I don't know whose is the best
the best of the two
You like to walk inside your house, I don't
and you don't like it when they laugh in your face about your ugly things
I can't tell you give me your hand, brother
I can't share your kisses
Does my hair, my guitar, and my cigarette bother you?
Do you think I don't know
that you live at night, sleep during the day
why does it matter to you
if I'm the tired one
and you don't like it when they laugh in your face about your ugly things