Today I’ve woken up on the floor of the room
With my eyes avoiding the new sun
That caressed my cheek with fear
Outside the swallows argued with a plane
But the silence in the house was deafening
These walls know well what happened
I don’t want your apologies
I don’t want to hear your voice
I don’t anything, just a bit of courage
To tell you that you’re no better than me
Over is your hand in the air drawing a belt
Your cowardly voice making excuses for the marksman
Your condolences giving an explanation
Chorus:
And that’s why I’m leaving
And that’s why I’m telling you
Not even the devil
Would have hurt me
The way that you did
And that’s why I’m leaving, and that’s why I curse you
But before I do I would like to say to your face just once without fear
That you’re not worth more than me
Under the sutures I’m still made of paper
I gave you my soul written in every afternoon
I gave you life and you wrinkled it without reading it
I have your ghosts tatted on my skin
And your disdain passing in the hallway
Of my memory that never misses the train
No more nights staying up waiting for the hunter
Disoriented because of the fog and alcohol
While the magazine falls empty at dawn
Over is the looking at the floor when I cross the alley
Of your miseries like there were my mistakes
No one other than me is in charge of my sadness
Chorus:
And that’s why I’m leaving
And that’s why I’m telling you
Not even the devil
Would have hurt me
The way that you did
And that’s why I’m leaving, and that’s why I curse you
But before I do I would like to say to your face just once without fear
That on your way to oblivion
Along an infinite path
You’ll see, you’ll see how the wind that keeps my screams
Will spit in your face all of my pain
When you feel cold
In the corner of the century
You’ll hear what the moon always tells the cowardly sun
That you’re not worth more than me
That you’re not worth more than me
That you’re not worth more than me