Sigo Buscando Respuestas

There are millions of unanswered questions
Perhaps, many questions arise
A response is sought, but not found
Why, because I ask so many things
Why in the garden I planted, the roses no longer exist
Why are bad memories so hard to forget
They are things of life that no one can explain
And why did they give me so much, if I never deserved anything
Why does self-esteem vanish when it's necessary
I ask myself so many things, I keep looking for answers
I'm tired of talking alone
Why does no one answer me
Perhaps I'm a nuisance, perhaps I'm nobody to anyone
Who cares about me, I ask this blank page
I'm paranoid, I know many of you understand me
I also know that at the slightest hint you lose hope
Why do you seek revenge for everything and blame anyone when it's yours
Why are your sorrows always locked up
Look inside yourself, you can search in your heart
Because there is a little light there in some corner

Tell me why little by little affection fades
Why there is only happiness when you are a child
Why do I want to keep existing only if it's with you
Why do I want so much and nothing, and I'm afraid of being forgotten
Why is everything cloudy
Why are there only desires to cry, soak and talk to the pillow
Why, why tears fall when remembering
Why the story is short and there are almost no pages left
Why do I feel lonely, also sad and lonely
Why do I know almost nothing about the world or the neighborhood
You who know what I feel since I was a child
They are just sorrows questions a somber thought
Everything is gray again when raising the blinds
Why do I always see rain when I wake up behind my window
Why do I ask so much
Why do I have so many doubts
Why do I always wait for someone to come and offer me help
Why is everything so black
Why is everything so dark, my vision has blurred
Or is it that every day is harder
Every day is worse to move forward is tough
Why are you always in my memory and never forgotten
I am a slave and prisoner of monotony
Why don't you reveal what the mission is in this life
We are afraid of the future afraid of things changing
Life is nothing but a hidden mystery among roses
Why am I always in a maze and feel lost
In a sober and harsh place
I fear the unknown
Why when trying to get out, you never find
The way out you end up in doubt and in an eternal fall
Why in the puzzle I make there is a piece that doesn't fit
Why does God exist only in faith and that relaxes few
I want to fall asleep and this time it will be to not wake up
Does infinity exist? Perhaps that will never be known
I keep asking myself questions
I keep looking for answers
I keep looking up
To see if someone answers me
If you don't look on your side, no one will do it for you
Tell me why in this life there are objectives to fulfill
Why is the path so long full of thorns and wires
Why is it always about falls and sticks and not about classes
Why is nothing ever as beautiful as
They paint it all is so different, different from how they tell you
I keep asking and no one answers me, and no one answers me