Letra de Signature

The sound of dripping rain beating a frail window, enhancing the tick-tocking noise in my head.
Against the shivering glass, I cannot hear my own sobbing anymore.
That way, maybe I can learn to forget and forgive myself?

I´m not interesting, I´m interested. [Boris Vian]

The comforting perfume of urine mixed with mediocrity, it´s a matter of appreciating what you truly know.
It´s a cynical point of view from a back alley to a crowded main street in broad daylight.
I could´ve been saved you know... (a pretty girl who just passed by, smiled at me)
Only to realize that she was actually smiling at somebody else she knew right aside me.
I´m not good at being noticed.

There´s not a chance in the world that I could possibly erase all the oily fingerprints I´ve left on everything I´ve done that I´m not too proud of.

Yet I still think about all this crying, arguing, and fighting, was good for nothing if in the end I didn´t kill her...