A Veces Me Parece

I have told you in silence
I have fallen out of favor, that I have been shot
with bullets loaded with anger and frustration
for being who I am

That I have been hurt from childhood to adulthood
eating up sorrows, sins, the debts
of your progenitor who didn't ask you
I don't want them to tell me what I should do and what is right
about work and lies
I want to survive

And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
to give so much explanation to others
for them to tell you what to say and what they comment
that you are no longer the same, that you are worse
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
that we worry so much about what they will say
if in the end, who cares about your stories
if they believe you are happy or not

I have told you in silence
that I have fallen out of favor, that I have been shot
with bullets loaded with anger and frustration
for being who I am

That I have been hurt from childhood to adulthood
eating up sorrows, sins, the debts
of your progenitor who didn't ask you
I don't want them to tell me what I should do and what is right
about work and lies
I want to survive

And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
to give so much explanation to others
for them to tell you what to say and what they comment
that you are no longer the same, that you are worse
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
that we worry so much about what they will say
or if they believe you are happy

I don't want them to find me anymore
I want to be happy

And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
to give so much explanation to others
for them to tell you what to say and what they comment
that you are no longer the same, that you are worse
And sometimes it seems a little strange to me
that we worry so much about what they will say
if in the end, who cares about your stories
if they believe you are happy or not