My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart

I went out to find
Some value in me,
So I sold what I had
For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny
I sold to some fools,
They're blind and useless,
Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel
To the sweetest sin,
So they'll know the love
That has never been.

My ears for a dime
I sold to a lover.
To hear sweet nothings,
And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter
I sold to a ghost,
So that she might feel
What I've wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar
I sold to the earth,
But as for my soul-
There was found no worth.

"When will you leave?" I asked.
"When you use me to grow yourself,"
replied the pain.

The bird in you wants to fly.
So why wait?
Let it soar high.

I would break my heart in two
to take you out of there.
I would cut my brain up
just to forget.

Que pena y que dicha
ser la que siente más,
la que ama más,
la que lo da todo.
Porque eso significa
sufrimiento garantizado.
Mientras él duerme tranquilo
en su indiferencia,
en su falta de vida.
¡Pero que alegría me da!
Alegría entre el dolor.
Saber que amo sin límites,
que soy pura pasión,
que ardo.
Prefiero sentir a flor de piel
porque, sé que, cuando sane
voy a seguir en llamas
y vos siempre vas a morir de frío.
Nunca vas a llenar tu vacío
porque para eso estaba yo.