Mitomaníaco

The afternoon falls into my void
The color of longing is in vain
I try to listen to you
For me to feel in your remains

A very old echo
Gentle hint
Can we change?
Our subject

It's that Pluto's saxophone
It gives me a thought of denial, oh, don't come back anymore

You can leave it behind
You by my side
I think I'm going to therapy to cancel you

The words escape like laughter
They flee from my chest
Haste is my enemy
An uncertain step

That makes me look like a madman
Our photos on the wall
It clouds my memory
I remember we are

In a very old movie
But does my mind deceive me?
Was our story real?
I don't know if what I feel is true

I don't know if my feelings are concrete
Actually, I don't know anything
I think I'm a mythomaniac

I think I'm just a hypochondriac
I don't know anything about this shit