Letras sin corbata

Remember when you were young and happy? Fearless. Invincible. Worryless.

You could fly, be a hero, be a fish, bake a cake, play for hours, and be immortal. Loved, loving, shameless.

You could cry for hours between their arms, and suddenly everything was perfect again. They wouldn't let you bleed again...

I always said everything becomes easier when you just don't care anymore. Little I knew about how easy it is to say it, but so hard to be done.

Where did everything go? What have you become?

Now you can't even write because you're just way too afraid. Your teary eyes looking through a dirty window while you sit in that old train. You're even afraid to cry. You stare at nowhere, yet, you can see everything. 

Remember how she always told you to save your tears for something more important? Little she knew about how easy it is to say it, but so hard to be done.

In which moment did I fuck it up? How did we become this?

You're scared, you bleed, you're sad, you can't smile, you can't cry. But oh, you have to be strong, boy, you have to be brave. More pain is coming. Be a man.

But they all tell you to live like a kid again, to be yourself, to stop worrying. Little they know about how easy it is to say it, but so hard to be done.

You stuff up your mind with these silly thoughts, you talk to silly people, you sleep to your silly dreams. 

Hey, you shall not feel, you shall not worry, you shall not think, you shall not start a riot. Follow me, follow everyone. 

Just another little brightless soul, trained to be one of the bunch, pushed down, swallowed, drained. 

They say everything is easier when you're free, then you should find your freedom. Little they know about how easy it is to say it, but so hard to be done.

Remember when you were young and happy? Floating, running, sleeping.

You never thought you'd bleed so much, or hate yourself in that way, or destroy yourself slowly, or have nobody caring about you, or be nobody...

You're completely lonely.

That's how you got here, and that's how you'll leave. Little we all know about how easy it is to say it, but so hard to live with.