Out of time

I want to do things. Then I don't.
Sometimes I wonder who the owner of my life is
where am I going
why am I still here if I am "not here"
I am starting to suspect
I might not like this anymore
but then again, what do I like?
What do I want?
Where would I be better?
What is my true call?

I'm running out of time already
one less sunset for me tonight
out of the countdown to the end of my life
no one ever warned me it would run out this fast
time won't wait, yet here I am
waiting for time, looking for something
that might never be,
a signal to point which way I should go.

Day in and day out, it's just
an empty road to nowhere
There is no one else to blame but me.
Sometimes I forget my essence and I can't seem to find
Myself amidst the background noise
And this blurry hologram called life.

A mind is a beautiful thing to make up.
Then, why can't I make up my own mind?
Alas, life slips away second after second
And we can never get our time back.

Vivo absorta en mi propia vida
Víctima de mi propio desamor
Busco alegría en lo simple
Siento, luego existo.

Y a veces me cuestiono
Si esta existencia es lo que quiero
Me da miedo perderte
Pero cada vez me entrego menos
Guardo un espacio para mí
Eres intolerable a veces
Olvido lo mucho que te amo
Anhelo sentir que tú también me amas
Que estamos juntos y nada más importa.

Karma

We live on memories
And on the moonshine against the black sky
I used to be a dreamer
But then there were no days and no nights and I didn't have any more dreams.

The world is void
Voices are echoes fading far away
Where no dream could no longer visit
And your arms were gone for forever and left me behind with all these hugs not given,
Unforgiven
And alone