Mortal

I've been dreaming in the immortal room
covered my arms so as not to touch.
Life passes me by, with fragility,
it's not that I'm so high,
it's just that it doesn't matter anymore.

If I paint an immense universe
it's because I regret it slowly.
And if I don't want to be with myself,
it's because I hate myself.

And people think I've changed,
they think it's me,
but they haven't realized it's them.
Give me a hand to lean on you,
it's not that I'm tired, I'm sick.