It's Terrible
It's terrible to be on your way home knowing that when you get there you'll stop
Take a breath, put a smile on your face and go inside
Pretending that there aren't millions of needles piercing
Every inch of your heart
It's horrible to pretend that the world outside is happy
When emptiness takes over your chest
And the pain increases every minute
It's like lying to yourself, hiding the truth from your own conscience
It's like pretending that fire doesn't burn and ice can't freeze
Pretending that the blade doesn't cut and the rope can't hang
Pretending that life doesn't end
And that death will never come
Pretending that you're happy
When sadness is the only thing you've ever felt
It's terrible to lift your head and pretend that there isn't a huge weight on your shoulders
Looking forward and pretending to have left the past behind
Pretending that love has already been seen when all you had was hate and resentment
It is terrible to pretend to yourself that you are happy
To deceive your own shadow
To bewilder your own feelings
Lost in deep illusions
It is terrible to give away gold and silver and receive wrapped stones
To walk through the dark without even a candle
To walk a tightrope over a precipice
And to be in the same cage with a hungry tiger
It is terrible to dream that one day everything will change
Knowing that it will not change
It is terrible to think
It is terrible to write
It is terrible to live
Es Terrible
Es terrible estar en camino a casa sabiendo que al llegar ahí te detendrás
Toma un respiro, pon una sonrisa en tu cara y entra
Pretendiendo que no hay millones de agujas perforando
Cada centímetro de tu corazón
Es horrible fingir que el mundo afuera es feliz
Cuando la vacuidad se apodera de tu pecho
Y el dolor aumenta cada minuto
Es como mentirte a ti mismo, ocultando la verdad de tu propia conciencia
Es como pretender que el fuego no quema y el hielo no puede congelar
Pretender que la hoja no corta y la soga no puede colgar
Pretender que la vida no se acaba
Y que la muerte nunca llegará
Pretender que eres feliz
Cuando la tristeza es lo único que has sentido
Es terrible levantar la cabeza y pretender que no hay un gran peso sobre tus hombros
Mirando hacia adelante y pretendiendo haber dejado el pasado atrás
Pretender que el amor ya fue visto cuando todo lo que tuviste fue odio y rencor
Es terrible engañarte a ti mismo creyendo que eres feliz
Engañar tu propia sombra
Desconcertar tus propios sentimientos
Perdido en profundas ilusiones
Es terrible regalar oro y plata y recibir piedras envueltas
Caminar en la oscuridad sin siquiera una vela
Caminar por una cuerda floja sobre un precipicio
Y estar en la misma jaula con un tigre hambriento
Es terrible soñar que algún día todo cambiará
Sabiendo que no cambiará
Es terrible pensar
Es terrible escribir
Es terrible vivir
Escrita por: Wélerson Recalcatti