En Reformas

Ah, ah, take away my sorrows, but leave me the desire
Even if I no longer have them for anything
Depending on the four legs of my bed
Falling into the void walking backwards
Wrapped in recurring incorrect thoughts
Instead, it's me who you can't get out of your mind
I don't know if it's because I hate you or because I never got to love you
I had to choose between losing myself or losing you

Be strong, the psychologist told me
I don't know if it was therapy or just a damn monologue
My final chapter arrived starting the prologue
And I'm the one to blame for everything, how not
Luck is not on my side
I was a guy with grace, now I feel like a wretch
What happened to you, Pedro? Why have you changed?
They asked me about the dark circles and swollen eyes

I answered: I'm tired of looking good on the outside
If you saw something in me, it's because I wanted you to see it
If you expect something from me, I don't even know why you expect it
What I don't know doesn't matter a damn to me

I drink to write as a rule
I try to change my brain but it's under renovations
I end up screwed, in any way
Convincing myself that I'm a normal guy, hey

My mind needs chaos
And if you don't give it to me, alcohol will
I keep my day busy writing about the rhythm
Because I'm terrified of being alone with myself

Pretending until a smile hurts more than a cry
And in my mind, more battles are fought than in Lepanto
And if I fall a hundred times, I'll get up a hundred more
Enduring myself doesn't seem that hard, no

Right? But it is
If you see things one way, I see them the other way
A pack a day to release stress
I'm not talking about money and I don't make it to the end of the month
After the storm, the rainbow always comes

But my iris only sees raindrops
The brunette and the blonde hurt me
And thinking of you no longer comforts me, now it overwhelms me
My heart at zero degrees Celsius

You said you loved me but now look at us
All that's left is to remember but forget it
I wanted understanding and now the pen gives it to me
And I never lacked affection or money
But sometimes a sincere friend

A hug, an I love you, a you stay, I stay
A kiss for Blanca so she can hear me in the sky
And I just want noise
I don't ask for much inside my head
I mean music and also my heartbeats
Joining Borges, the misunderstood children

Tell me who you hang out with and I'll tell you who you want to be
But who you are, only you can know
Just listen, I'm not asking you to understand me
Because I don't even understand myself and I never will