No Sirve de Nada

I know the shortcut that leads to the secret that you'll never tell
I know of the path that reaches your lips from any place
I discovered the salsa that orchestrates your steps on the cobblestone
And the cries that you hide behind a cheaply casted smile

And for what it's worth
It's Worthless

I know that aroma that your dreams leave if there can be
I know that you think much, talk way too much, and resolve little
I know when you're cold you look like condescending fire
I know that sometimes you lie, and I do stunts to not discover you

And for what it's worth
It's Worthless

If your jealousy thinks that there isn't an adventure that can resist me
That sometimes I want to seem like the guy you think I am
To have motives, to live life
To yank a piece of madness from this misery
Of loving you so much
That it's not worth anything

It's Worthless this delirium
Of clinging onto a story that died without us knowing
It's Worthless this grounding
Of looking for the impossible and a clean slate
It's Worthless
It's Worthless
It's Worthless

I recognize the doubts that always take you to the same place
I know that I'm paying bills for things that had happened
I know that you wear yourself out looking for absurdities in reality
I know sometimes you say things, when you have the urge not to say nothing

And for what it's worth
It's Worthless

We're missing two to find an equation to find the culprit
We're missing time to have the urge to just waste away
We're missing dreams to cling onto reality
We're missing everything, and results that it'll always stay the same

And for what it's worth
It's Worthless

It's Worthless this delirium
Of clinging onto a story that died without us knowing
It's Worthless this grounding
Of looking for the impossible and a clean slate
It's Worthless
It's Worthless
It's Worthless

It's Worthless this delirium
Of clinging onto a story that died without us knowing
It's Worthless this grounding
Of looking for the impossible and a clean slate
It's Worthless
It's Worthless
It's Worthless