FEELING THE TIME HEAVIER AND MORE CONTAMINATED
WITH MY FALSE SENSES
LEARNING EVERY TIME THE SITUATION, THAT YOU'RE NOT HERE
WHEN I RETURN HOME FEELING BAD, NOTHING GIVES ME GRACE ANYMORE, I FEEL
CONFUSED, DESPERATE
Es que si tú no vuelves, yo seguiré muriendo cada día un poco,
que vivo ausente.
Y amanecer sin ti es cosa de locos.
Es que sin ti las horas tienen color a oscuridad y a pleno duelo,
han cambiado las cosas, estoy solo y tengo miedo.
YOUR WORDS RUN BY THE CORNERS, EVEN HERE I CAN HEAR THEM
AND EVERY SYLLABLE IS BREAKING MY HEART, MAYBE BECAUSE I KEEP THE SAME HOPE
THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL COME BACK, I'M BROKEN INTO PIECES, DESPERATE
EVEN IF IT SEEMS THAT I'M EXAGERATING, I FEEL LIKE IN AN EXILE
BEEING IN A PRESSURE COOKER, OF DEPRESSION AND THE FEELING
I'M CHOKING, I'M DYING AND I CANT DO IT ANYMORE
YOUR WORDS RUN BY THE CORNERS, EVEN HERE I CAN HEAR THEM
AND EVERY SYLLABLE IS BREAKING MY HEART