Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood...

Porque seguro que alguna vez hemos sentido que nuestra vida es un sin sentido,porque los días pasan y pasan y vemos que no hemos encontrado nuestro sitio ni a las personas con las que verdaderamente nos apetece y queremos estar, nos sentimos como esa piedra gris entre tanta flor, buscando siempre esa  pócima mágica, esa receta secreta que nos ayuda a continuar buscándonos a nosotros mismos,a construir nuestra propia y verdadera felicidad.

La vida está llena de continuos errores; pero nosotros seguiremos siendo perfectos, porque la perfección está hecha con todos nuestras virtudes y defectos, es nuestro propio yo, nuestra propia esencia.

 Made a wrong turn,once or twice.Dug my way out blood and fire.Bad decisions that’s alright.Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood, miss “no way it’s all good”,It didn’t slow me down.

Mistaken,always second guessing underestimated: Look, I’m still around…

Pretty, pretty please,don’t you ever, ever feel like your less than fuckin’ perfect.If you ever feel like you are nothing

You’re fuckin’ perfect to me.

You’re so mean when you talk about yourself you are wrong.Change the voices in your head.Make them like you

Instead.So complicated,look how big you’ll make it .Filled with so much hatred such a tired game.It’s enough

I’ve done all i can think of,chased down all my demons: see you same.

The whole world stares while i swallow the fear

The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in lying and I tried tried

But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere

They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair

Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that?Why do I do that?....

WHY I DO THAT?