el flujo del caos de mi vida me tira contra las piedras y lo más pimitivo de mi identidad arrastra al resto de mi para intentar sobrevivir, a fuerza de agresividad, furia y miedos primitivos
miedo a no ser adecuado
a no tener valor
a tener la culpa
o a no estar acompañado
el agotamiento me hizo tocar fondos que hace bastante que no tocaba en estos últimos tiempos.
me doy cuenta de que esto es como un diario personal/musical para mi. cada dia, una canción me quema... y si me siento particularmente débil, termina acá.
querido diario: i took out a loan
I took out a loan on my empty heart, babe I took out a loan for my patient soul And I feel alive as long as I don’t need you And I feel alive as long as I keep hold
I took out a loan on my empty heart, babe I took out a loan for my patient soul And I feel alive as long as I don’t need you And I feel alive as long as I keep hold Of what I think I thought I heard you loved me I think you thought you heard I loved
Have I been mistaken Have I been mistaken I feel confused about the way it’s done
I won’t be denied I’m coming in this time, babe I’ve fallen in love with your creature's soul And I’ve been a witness to your sickest obsession And I feel alive as long as I keep hold Of what I think I thought I heard you loved me I think you thought you heard I loved
Have I been mistaken have I been mistaken I feel confused about the way it’s done
(si, me siento confundido sobre cómo se debe hacer)