If it weren't for those suitcases full of memories
Or that story from more than a year ago
If it weren't for the damages, it wouldn’t be me
If it weren't for my aunts spoiling me all the time
Or if I was born a boy and people loved me more
If it hadn't gone so wrong, it wouldn’t be me
If the fact is that I'm such an unpleasant person to you
I don’t want to be annoying, but I’ll be honest
I don’t know what could you possibly have against me
You can try for hours to make me feel guilty
But it won’t work
Since it was the rest of my entire life that turned me into this
If it weren’t the “ouchs”
or the pain
And this particular talent of recalling everything like a recorder
If it wasn’t for God playing the writer
If it weren't for the Mickey and the Tuesdays and the panda bears
And the second floor of the first house I lived in
From where it was possible to get to the hill through the balcony
If it weren’t the hunger and these children
and this dog and Sancho Panza
If it weren’t for Koni and the Captain Hook, it wouldn’t be me