I'm not exactly how you imagine,
I have two different versions in my skin,
I have in me, a man allergic to routine
and another who only wants to be where you are
I live in the city of contradictions,
I'm not sure of which path to take,
my steps take me in different directions,
to doubt you so much is another form of death.
And I want to tell you
sometimes I imagine myself, and it's not with you,
it takes so much of me to decide
between solitude and commitment.
And I want to tell you
that at times I don't know if I need to
flee to another planet or to write
that I always want to run but it's with you
You know that my heart is yours and that
the important doors are open just for you,
that life is just a forgery when you aren't near,
that life comes to a halt when you aren't here.
But it's that sometimes my feelings turn against me
and animals seep into my skin
Who hasn't thought in the forbidden at some point,
to escape with a stranger to a hotel?
And I want to tell you
sometimes I imagine myself, and it's not with you,
it takes so much of me to decide
between solitude and compromise.
And I want to tell you
that at times I don't know if I need to
flee to another planet or to write
that I always want to run but it's with you, but it's with you.
And I want to tell you
sometimes I imagine myself, and it's not with you
it takes so much of me to decide
between solitude and commitment and commitment.
And I want to tell you
that at times I don't know if I need to
flee to another planet or to write
that I always want to run but it's with you, but it's with you, but it's with you...
It's with you.