Blurry future up ahead.
Will I be alive or will I be dead?
Will the outcome be something that I dread?
Blurry future up ahead.
Take a right then keep going.
Take a left when you see the water flowing.
Keep running along the water.
No worries the fire to your left is just getting hotter.
Dive into the water to escape the flames.
Oh but wait the current cannot be tamed.
Being dragged down so you gotta keep swimming.
Ha! In this game there is no winning!
There’s a Blurry future ahead.
You finally get to the shoreline!
You better make a beeline.
Your times ticking.
You are on your way
But Youʼre tired that you want to stay.
Blurry future ahead.
Keep up the pace.
Life is full of haste.
The world is keeps spinning. And you donʼt even know your place.
Keep up the pace.
Blurry future ahead.
Will I be alive or will I be dead?

Me recuesto para tras, solo para pensar,
En el mundo que vivo,
En un mundo contigo,
Pienso en la luna llena,
Y todos los veses que me dio pena,
Los momentos en que yo me ríe,
Y los momentos en que lloré,
este vida que estoy viviendo tiene sus problemas y sus calmas,
Una cosa que si pienso mucho en es mi alma,
Pienso en todo los mundos a allá arriba,
Y en el dia que al fin los animales no sufren,
Y que todos las personas no pelean simplemente escuchen,
Pienso en un mundo magnífico y seguro,
Pienso en el idea que mis hijos y nietos tendrán una vida más completo que la mía,
Todo el tiempo ando pensando,
Mi mente nunca deja de pensar en todo,
Hay veces que me reprocho por pensar tanto,
Imagina como es a vivir con un mente tan vivida,
Nunca dejando de pensar en todo aunque es grande o pequeño,
Me recuesto para tras solo para pensar,
En los noches oscuras,
Y mi mente juega con diferentes figuras,
Mi mente es loca y llena de vida,
Y con todo mi pensamiento se estira,
Se estira hasta el punto que ya no tiene tanto poder,
Soy una complicada mujer.

I look in the mirror,
She looks back at me,
I scrutinize every feature that i see.
Inward and outward,
So many flaws.

If she were a work of art,
I would have begged the artist tear her apart,
He would have told me o look close,
And interpret the beauty.

Scars and flaws give her the little bit of beauty she has,
But she is like a broken plate,
Pasted together, not to be used on a dinner date,
So she sits there and collects dust.

I hide her away from the world,
She is too fragile and too scared of all the evils that unfurled,
She has seen such dark things and has been hurt,
I am her armour, sword, battered shield,
I fight one on life’s twisted battle field.

I am always on high alert never letting anyone near,
I must guard her and conceal my fear,
I must hide her delicate self away,
We are one yet she has never seen the light of day.

Scars and flaws make up her twisted beauty,
I have tried so hard to completely mend her,
A broken spirit and wounded soul,
Too tired and too weak to single handedly complete my goal.