I Pictured It
You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, I said,
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, than I, than I...
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured...hold up.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living.
Anything possible good,
I destroyed before the chance was ever given.
See, if I never have anything,
I'll never have to lose anything;
but then again if I never had anything worth losing
I guess I lost everything.
Either way, you could say,
Pain will become a result from both,
So actually I'm giving in to the very thing that I fear the most:
Losing it all,
Everything,
Completely unaware,
That a fear of failure was the one thing that was taking me there.
Fear of life,
Fear of love,
Fear of man,
Failure to relate
How I and God, and His voice to me
Would even begin to translate.
So I wait
To escape
This condition of rationalizing my own destruction.
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my discussion.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at
Lo imaginé
¿Alguna vez has sentido algo que no puedes explicar?
Sin definición, sin nombre.
Solo un sentimiento.
Sin definición, sin nombre.
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente, dije,
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente, que yo, que yo...
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente a como lo imaginaba... espera.
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente a como lo imaginaba.
Y luego estaba yo:
Analizando la vida más de lo que estaba viviéndola.
Cualquier cosa buena posible,
La destruía antes de que se me diera la oportunidad.
Verás, si nunca tengo nada,
Nunca tendré que perder nada;
pero entonces de nuevo, si nunca tuve algo que valiera la pena perder,
Supongo que lo perdí todo.
De cualquier manera, podrías decir,
El dolor será el resultado de ambos,
Así que en realidad estoy cediendo a lo que más temo:
Perderlo todo,
Todo,
Completamente inconsciente,
De que el miedo al fracaso era lo que me estaba llevando allí.
Miedo a la vida,
Miedo al amor,
Miedo al hombre,
Fracaso al relacionar
Cómo yo y Dios, y Su voz para mí
Incluso podrían empezar a traducir.
Así que espero
Escapar
De esta condición de racionalizar mi propia destrucción.
Pero sigo escuchando las voces que no merecen mi discusión.
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente a como lo imaginaba.
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente a como lo imaginaba.
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente a como lo imaginaba.
La miré, ella me miró de vuelta.
Su rostro lucía diferente a como lo imaginaba.
La miré