Trastornado

Disturbed in this anxiety trap
My past, nostalgia, and lonely despair
I can't think of how to fix this
Your stubborn obsession, my wild passion
Your relentless control
Thinking I can live like this
Disturbed, bored

You call me crazy, that I can't love you anymore
That I don't adore you, that you suffer so much from my mess
That my friends are really fed up with you
That the wine fuels my bipolar mood
And you don't know that in me the sad reality
Is ruled by dreams, new romances

My loneliness