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Today grandma told me
Who has come out to ask him
To a very nice man, why does he have to cry?
He wished you a good Sunday
And I didn't understand anything
But I see that she has returned home happier
And I keep quiet
The years pass me by
Now I'm the one who will cry
I'm jealous of grandma, she has someone to talk to

Why can't I believe in someone bigger than myself to blame?
How selfish is it to let someone else rent my life?
What if I no longer want to make decisions, how do I know how to love?
There is no destination, I just want to rest

Today the doctor told me that I have to calm down
My hands are already shaking, which is not very normal at my age
If I choke at the thought of facing my desires
On such a quiet day that I don't have to do anything
If they were put there by someone, why aren't they given out already?
Does anyone want to play with me or am I just not good at it?

Why can't I believe in someone bigger than myself to blame?
How selfish is it to let someone else rent my life?
What if I no longer want to make decisions, how do I know how to love?
There is no destination, I used to want to rest