Guilt-pushed wet pillow on my face;
What have I done? There’s no trace,
But there must have something happened,
There must have something happened.
I don’t know much what’s going on;
I have no goal, no role I could be living on,
I’m just surviving day to day,
Day to day.
But today – tonight, I opened a file;
Full of photos of a guy with the same profile,
But he is stranger to me,
Stranger to me.
On the photos, he was with a girl;
I would lie if I say I don’t know her,
But I can feel nothing,
I can feel nothing.
I don’t know who’s that guy;
He was so happy, but how and why,
How is it possible,
I don’t know who they are;
Why are they so bizarre,
They are a copy of me,
Were a copy of me.
That guy was in love with her;
Then, why I can’t refer,
What’s going on,
What’s going on.
You hurt and destroyed her;
But I didn’t even know her,
No, it’s all your fault,
It’s all your fault.
I’m guilty and for sure I’m crying;
I wish I could be faster dying,
Rather than feeling guilty,
While it wasn’t me.
I don’t know that guy, nor myself;
That girl must have left our self,
I am alone with my pain,
Who am I? I claim.
I sleep some nights or glance my eyes;
It happens: everything resets as lies,
But I didn’t mean any of that hurt,
I should have put out an alert:
Don’t approach; I may be fine today;
But I’m a new person every day,
Making you happy for a while,
Then, putting you into a file
With a lost profile
That comes out rarely