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This is the hardest song to write
It's like touching a wound that hasn't healed
Telling life there's no desire to go on
Looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing a failure

Finding the strength to endure the blows
And being clear that stronger ones are coming
The ticking dictates it, there's no brake
Another day is also one day less

Another day is also one day less
Another day is also one day less

God, if you're there, give me a sign, answer
Or tell me why you hide
They told me: Look for it in your heart
But since it broke, it's gone and I don't know where

I pretend to believe I'm not a bad person
Maybe I did something unforgivable
Something leaves me, no one prays for me
Ugly ideas are circling in my head

I lost faith a long time ago
I wanted to believe in you, but I don't even know why anymore
My grandmother passed away and I understood with time
But there are other things that I swear I don't understand

My niece wasn't even seven years old
Who the hell hurt her?
Don't tell me it's a damn test
Test me if you want, but why do you take her away

If those are your tests, I don't want your paradise
And if it wasn't you, then tell me who did it
Another blow to the ground and desperation
Tears in my eyes writing this song

I've thought so many times about damn death
I don't know if being born was good or bad luck
Nothing entertains me, you have to understand
That sometimes I smile, but inside nothing is right

Nothing is, nothing is, nothing is right
That sometimes I smile, but inside nothing is right
Nothing is, nothing is, nothing is right

I don't know if it's a good idea to start a monologue
But the pen was always the best psychologist
I talked to the paper, it said: Come on, tell it
Show your wounds and I showed it a catalog

I don't know if I wrote this song to vent
Or to ask for help because I've thought about killing myself
But something burns being a coward
I also have a couple of apologies to make

I don't want to be pitied, but something hurts me
A pile of fears and a crap self-esteem
They told me: Keep going, don't let it depress you
Years curse me, you have to reach the top

Why the hell do I want success
If I die tomorrow, I don't exist anymore
Just thinking about it, I tremble with fear
Help me if you can, because I can't anymore

I sat there on the edge of the bed
While they knocked hard and a voice demands
An angel told me: Don't let them in
Don't open that door, don't let them find you

I won't open that door because I know they're my fears
Tears and ink run through my fingers
I swear it hurts and I can't go on
The hardest song to write

The hardest song to write
The hardest song to write
The song
The song
The hardest song to write