A Monster?

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...