Sálvame de caer al vacío, sálvame de desaparecer en tu olvido. llévame a conocer contigo lo que pasa más allá del abismo.

Rescartame de este desierto en el que me ahogo. en este mar inmenso de soledad.Enterrada en las cenizas de nuestras llamas apagadas

Sálvame de tu amor que olvida el mio. Sálvame de perderme, de perderte. Sálvame amor, sálvame.

Lo que sale de mi, no soy yo
lo que sale de mi es lo que otros se acostumbraron a ver. Mi silencio, mis nervios, mi muro inexistente que nadie pasa.

Lo que ves de mí no es lo que soy. lo que está frente a ti no es lo que hay. Lo que ves desde afuera no me llena ni me representa. No es ni la mitad de lo que soy y lo que quiero ser. No me mires como si conocieras todo de mi, solo sabes lo obvio, lo que es simple, lo que el mundo quiere ver.

i'm wasting my youth not throwing punches
i'm wasting away with every apology
i'm trying so hard to be scary
but I'm worried it'll make you scared of me

there we sit, waiting
for your dad to pick us up
bus stop pavement
spilling our guts

just like we did
when we used to talk
secrets glistening on the pavement
i don't know you anymore

opening like a mouth
the sun is bright and hot
like a tongue or a ribcage
that i used to know the shape of

spit blood at me and
ask me for advice
let me read the sequel
let me back into your life

I'm an athlete.
I can throw and catch,
and run in the sun-
all shiny and bright.
And you just sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look at me, mama.
I'm a writer.
I do poetry and stories,
all pretty and pink,
and all you do is,
sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look at me, mama.
I can dance.
I'm lonely,
I'll move to France,
meet a woman, get married.
Look at the ants crawl through
the spilled red juice on
the grass; nature everywhere,
as you sleep, sleep, sleep.
Look mama,
look at me, mama!
I have children now,
all good and wise,
you're a grandma.
Why don't you wake up?
Please look at me, mama.
I'm lonely and afraid.
I'm old now, and cold,
and you still,
just
sleep, sleep, sleep...

I shed a tear for you
From time to time.
Sometimes a little.
Often a river
When I’m missing you.

So hard to find you
In the hustle of the grind.
Family first, y’know,
Day to day.

Then I remember,
I can’t ignore,
That you were once me
I once you,
That little boy,
The adolescent,
The teen.

These days I shed a tear for you,
And then realize that you are me.

before I die,
i wish to take a breath again

I'm wearing away,
slowly and gradually,
not like dust,
or the sand one wave can wash away,
but like how glaciers melt leisurely,
and that dried flower in your book,
I can be here only if time could betray