Feeling the time heavier and more contaminated
With my most erroneous senses
Assimilating the situation each time, that you are not here
When I come home bad, nothing makes me happy anymore
I'm disoriented, desperate
The thing is that if you don't come back, I will continue dying a little every day, I live absent
And dawn without you is a crazy thing
It is that without you the hours have the color of darkness and full mourning
Things have changed, I am alone and I am afraid
Your words run through the corners
Even here I can hear them and each syllable
It breaks my heart, because perhaps I keep
Hope just like a day You will return
I am broken, desperate
It is that if you do not return, I will continue
Dying a little every day, that I live absent
And dawn Without you it's crazy
The thing is that without you the hours have the color of darkness and full mourning
Things have changed, I'm alone and I'm afraid
And although it may seem like an exaggeration
I feel like I'm in exile
Being in a pressure cooker
Of depression and feeling
I'm drowning
I'm dying and I can't take it anymore
br/>Through the corners your words run
Even here I can hear them
And each syllable breaks my heart
The thing is that if you don't come back, I will continue
Dying a little every day, I live absent
And dawning without you is a crazy thing
It is that without you the hours have the color of darkness and full mourning
They have changed things, I'm alone and I'm afraid

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