Los Demas

We are never satisfied with the actions of others
And we live alone without thinking about others
Like hungry wolves, stalking others
Convinced that they are our food, the others

Mistakes are pots to throw at others
Successes are ours and never from others
Every step an attempt to step on others
Each time the slamming of the door to others

Truths offend if said by others
Lies are sold when bought by others
We are petty judges of the worth of others
But we don't allow others to judge us

We turn off the light that, out of love for others
He lit on a cross, He who died for others
Because understanding others is a burden
We always walk in the dark without thinking about others

Our time is valuable, but not that of others
Our space is precious, but not that of others
We think we are the pilots of the walk of others
Wherever we are, let others deal with it

We condemn envy when others envy
But ours is apathy, which others don't understand
We believe ourselves to be select among all others
Almost perfect beings compared to others

We forget that we are also others to others
That we have a back like everyone else
That we carry burdens, some less and some more
Vanity and modesty like everyone else

Forgetting that we are also others to others
We act deaf when others call
Because it's nonsense to listen to others
We label it as a mania, the love for others