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Todas las olas hacia la nada

Greg Puciato

All Waves To Nothing

I don't really feel like myself anymore
I don't really think like myself anymore
I don't really act like myself anymore
I don't really want for myself anymore
I don't really like myself much anymore
I don't really like anyone much anymore

I don't really dislike anyone anymore
I don't really feel in this fucking world anymore
I don't really feel like I'm meant for anyone
I don't really feel I'm meant for anyone, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I don't really feel I'm meant for anyone
I don't really feel I came from anywherе
I don't really feel like I don't wanna try anymore
I don't rеally feel like I can fucking cry anymore

I don't really feel I'm alive anymore, oh, man
I don't really feel like I wanna die anymore, aha, fuck
I don't really feel like myself anymore
I don't really feel like myself anymore
I don't really feel, I don't really feel, I don't really feel
I don't really feel like myself
If you wrote me a letter
If you cried to me all night
That wouldn't make me feel better
I'm still dead to me

Healing from a destructive dream where I was unsafe
Moving into another scene, I hope you're okay
I think about how you're holding up and if you've grown cold
But if your innocence has to stay
I only hope you don't end this way, a captive in
A cell of mirrors

You've nothing to gain from you
You're making a prison
You're leaving opposed and empty

Todas las olas hacia la nada

Ya no me siento realmente como yo mismo
Ya no pienso realmente como yo mismo
Ya no actúo realmente como yo mismo
Ya no deseo realmente para mí
Ya no me gusto mucho a mí mismo
Ya no me gustan mucho las personas

Ya no tengo aversión por nadie
Ya no me siento en este maldito mundo
No siento que pertenezca a nadie
No siento que pertenezca a nadie, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

No siento que pertenezca a nadie
No siento que provenga de ningún lugar
Ya no tengo ganas de intentarlo más
Ya no siento que pueda llorar más

Ya no me siento vivo, oh, hombre
Ya no quiero morir, maldición
Ya no me siento como yo mismo
Ya no me siento como yo mismo
Ya no siento, ya no siento, ya no siento
Ya no me siento como yo mismo
Si me escribieras una carta
Si lloraras toda la noche
Eso no me haría sentir mejor
Sigo muerto para mí

Sanando de un sueño destructivo donde no estaba seguro
Pasando a otra escena, espero que estés bien
Pienso en cómo estás aguantando y si te has vuelto frío
Pero si tu inocencia tiene que permanecer
Solo espero que no termines así, cautivo en
Una celda de espejos

No tienes nada que ganar contigo
Estás construyendo una prisión
Te estás marchando opuesto y vacío

Escrita por: Greg Puciato