Querida Amalia
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Dear Amalia
Hey, Amalia, can you hear me?
I'm that voice living in your head
Why do you fear me? Why do you ignore me?
No matter how many pills you take, I'm still here
Controlling you, I've got you trapped
Come on, listen to me, I'm dangerous
I know you love it when I talk to you like this, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here
Your dad's an alcoholic, your mom's a narcissist
So buckle up, girl, and enjoy the ride
Your life won't be pretty like a fairy tale
Don't believe the Mickey Mouse who just feeds you bullshit
What I'm about to tell you is hard to hear
On your 7th birthday, the neighbor's gonna knock
She'll tell you like always to come out
To play, but now it's different because
Today she's gonna violate you
What did I do wrong?
Screaming doesn't help anymore
This is my funeral, I'm a ghost, I've got spiders in my belly
(No one can save you) oh, oh
(No one can save you) oh, oh
(No one can save you) oh, oh
Your dreams don't exist anymore, now it's just nightmares
You're not scared of death but terrified of life
The kids your age are gonna be little bastards because they act like hitmen with angelic faces
And sorry to say this, but it gets worse
You'll see the grim reaper when you turn 22, and after that event, the doctor will prescribe you some little white pills
So you won't feel pain anymore
And you won't feel anything, forgive me, I couldn't do anything
You could never be in love
Dear Amalia, this is the last call
What did I do wrong? (What did I do wrong?)
(What did I do wrong?) (What did I do wrong?)
I'm a ghost, I've got spiders in my belly
(What did I do wrong? Screaming doesn't help anymore, this is my funeral, I'm a ghost, I've got spiders in my belly)
Now I'm writing to you from a coma to see if you can hear me
I'm holding a gun
That only points at me
I want to see my grandma now that we're both dead
They have her in the corner, supposedly for bad behavior
I think I failed the test to be an adult
Everyone sees me and says I'm a whore
Life fucked me and I only asked for the tip
All these shadows want to sell me small, but
Sorry that I didn't lose you, sorry that I didn't write you
I think I'm gonna stay here