De mi cuerpo haces delito

You Make a Crime of My Body,
And for no reason you condemn me.
When I look at you, I feel sorrow,
To the evidence you send my way,
You’re the judge who decides,
With no leniency or trial,
And over time you share,
That old age is at my service.
You Make a Crime of My Body,
And with no bail or trials,
Your reflection is my prison,
And your rejection is endless.
And what my soul advises me
And my ego screams for,
Is that getting old is better without you,
It’s better.