Fears, all inside me, eat me up entirely
Like some sort of creature, lost without a road
Don't want to feel lonely, need some understanding
Don't need to be hurt, to pretend what I'm not
Then I see this monster,
This creature I'm not really proud of
I'm full to top with questions
Is it that they define me?
Am I an image from my past I promised I'll never fall into?
It's like the lesson wasn't learned, of all the suffering from a young age...
But then I seem to not care
I just go dancing, take a zip
And when did I start putting money before other things?
At what time did I begin being suck a prick?
And how can I forget my fucking duties?
Do I forget I have a fucking number to hand in?
What would mama think if she saw my true nature?
The sex monster, lying monster...
The fucking unstable monster...
Am I going the right road with this stupid career?
Do I have what it takes?
Debo dejarlo conquistarme una vez más?
Soy tan superficial que quiero morir antes de arrugarme?
Should I keep on taking their crap and just smiling back?
Do I really feel comfortable anymore around them?
Have my decisions been the best ones?
Or the ones that benefit me, in spite of any damages done?
Wouldn't it be easier to just kill myself?
I can't believe the thought even crosses my mind sometimes
Specially after watching "The Hours"
With such small, insignificant problems
Me siento un cobarde
Should I really be this direct and honest about my feelings?
Will people be scared next time they are 'round me?
Questions, questions...
They keep haunting my mind all the time
Questions...
Questions...
