Trouble is: robar y que te cachen.
Nothing can be really be solved,
life is a mess.
Lately feeling happy seems superficial:
Yes, you are not the first one,
and you will never be.
They will say to you: que con el tiempo pasa.
Everything goes on like this,
nothing will stop.
Your bones hurt?
It feels as if you were overthinking:
No, you are addicted to feel,
think and breathe.