[Chorus]
I wrote a piece inside a picture of you
On top of your out-of-focus and lifeless smile
You know I keep everything inside and I don't pour out
And even in the middle I feel inappropriate
But I wrote a piece inside a picture of you
On top of your out-of-focus and lifeless smile
You know I keep everything inside and I don't pour out
And even inside you I feel inappropriate and then

[Verse]
You don't know what does it mean to live full of void
Already seeing your end with the gaze in the unknown
Then dying to live again like in a videogame
To feel the dizziness, no matter how short it is, and write!
What does it mean to faint in your arms
While I fuck another one and I still think about your face
I repeat the reasons why it tracks me down
For our best years and the gifts it reprimends me
It's incredible, you know what does it mean to change place
To coexist with my monster only thanks to rhymes and ink
To convince yourself that even today it's all alright
To survive excesses only to pay the results and the price of it, uh!
It's another shitty birthday
And holy Jesus, how much I regret I wasn't born in March
With flowers that blossom and match with quartz
Instead of the cold reflection inside my icy eyes!
And by my side sleeping in small places and hugging
To convince your dreams and my nightmares to mix
And kissing until we almost choke clinged together
In the death in which we were reborn through catharsis!
But I don't have flowers to give you, I have only remains and scraps
And my house that's invaded and abrased by a thousand texts of mine
A saga of hated life full of rotten skulls
For the meeting of a fairy in date to be determinated!
Pages from a bitter-sips goblet
They don't make cry like a father's tears
That will always be capable of listening to me despite what I am
Even if a great singer not always remains a great man
And it's important, when the supportive pillar falls
The crowd exults bacause of an arrogant woman!
She is surprised by my gaze that's always dull, empty and absent
If only she knew that even when I fuck I almost feel nothing
Fuck! How much I'm waiting for you to come back
Immersed in every complex of mine, compressed by huge holes
The concept isn't clear, so let me inform you
I hate writing on the bed knowing now you're asleep!
It's one of those days in which I embroider black towels
We levitate through the thoughts and dodging the most honest ones
Maybe we deserve to seem more lighter
But when I told you "I love you" where were you? Eh?

[Chorus]
I wrote a piece inside a picture of you
On top of your out-of-focus and lifeless smile
You know I keep everything inside and I don't pour out
And even in the middle I feel inappropriate
But I wrote a piece inside a picture of you
On top of your out-of-focus and lifeless smile
You know I keep everything inside and I don't pour out
And even if I try I can't give a purpose to us