(I don't want your compassion)
(Estoy, estoy tratando de pensar)
Guide me to a hill so this cloud that chases me
Drops to my feet
If you want to stay there with me
It could be nice
'Cause I don't know who I am now
And I miss how I used to be
Because the only way I find myself is through my memory
'Cause all I do is question which is the real version of me
I don't have compassion 'cause I was built for action
Fuck tomorrow if it fails me again
466 miles ago
Every destination would make me feel bold
I miss the ignorance that I once had
Because I even lost my name
Someone replaced it for fame
And now the only way I find myself is when I'm on the play
And all I do is question the multiple reflections of me
I don't want your compassion 'cause I was built for action
Fuck tomorrow, I'm upset today
Come and destroy my world
Before I waste my time
Before we all get old
'Cause all I do is question which is the real version of me
I don't want your compassion 'cause I was built for action
Fuck tomorrow if today never ends
Me cago en la puta de este puto traste
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