Mundo Hipócrita
Los Hijos Del Descuido
Hypocritical World
They ask for someone good
When everything's going wrong
They ask for understanding
When no one wants to listen
They ask for patience
They ask for heart
But when they have it
They use it without shame
They ask for someone to understand, not to judge, to be there
But when you're always around
They start to break you
They confuse your silence
With permission to abuse
And your way of loving
With normal weakness
They ask for empathy
When the pain is theirs
But they laugh at yours
If it doesn't fit their criteria
They ask for second chances
But they don't know how to forgive
They only want understanding
When they mess up
Hypocritical world
Demands humanity
But punishes the human when they can't toughen up
They ask for someone loyal
Someone who won't betray
But celebrate the cunning of those who step on others and don't respond
They say they hate lies with moral speeches
But applaud the liar if it benefits them
They ask for sincere love
Real love, faithful love
But when someone loves like that
They teach them to lose
Because loving without masks in this unfair game
Is signing a contract to get hurt
They ask you to be strong
To endure, to understand
But when you break
They call you a problem
They tell you to be yourself
But only up to a point
If you make them uncomfortable with your truth
They push you to conform
Hypocritical world
That preaches values
But lives off appearances and double intentions
They don't want good people
They want useful people
They don't want hearts
They want hands that don't ask questions
They don't want truth
They want comfort
And when someone is authentic
They try to normalize or discard them
That's why I learned slowly
Not to give myself without measure
To set firm limits
To protect what little life I have left
To keep being human
But not for just anyone
Because kindness without borders
Ends up causing problems
They ask for a better world
But they don't want to change
They ask for good people
So they can use them
And so they keep wondering
Why no one is the same
When every clean gesture
Is turned into a social disadvantage