Arte - Dante

Escribo lo que es obvio, y el agobio viene aparte

No crees un mundo propio donde no puedas lanzarte

Andando a ciegas es difícil escaparte

Porque ves que nunca llegas cuando juegas a encontrarte

No soy experto, pero sí puedo enseñarte

Lo jodido que se vuelve sonreír solo en un parque

Sin nadie al lado que esté dispuesto a escucharte

Porque los que estuvieron, decidieron destrozarte

Rompí mi espalda, pero ya no creo que importe

Y recogí mis partes a la par que perdí el norte

Dejé de confiar en mí, ya no era arte

Bajé el listón al suelo para pisar mi estandarte

No me preguntes, porque aún no sé contestarte

Mientras sigo buscando siete historias que contarte

No busques respuestas que en la vida podré darte

Porque yo soy la respuesta que deberías preguntarte

Mi alma volaba, y me dejaba en cualquier parte

Mi cabeza en Babia, la labia en Marte

Vivo un Domingo que me sabe más a Martes

Mes a mes amé a mi mesa más de lo que pude amarme

¿Y como vas a ser feliz siendo incapaz de amarte?

Te dicen que eres único, y no sabes distinguirte

¿Como vas a sonreír, si pretendes dañarte?

Y cuando dicen que te quedes, piensas la forma de irte

Si haces todo así, solo logras engañarte

Este mundo sordomudo, lo hace todo por cambiarte

Lenguas que no valen solo saben despreciarte

Mentes que te ofuscan solo buscan controlarte

No te subestimes por quien no sepa apreciarte

No llames amigos a personas que te aparten

Si llevan caretas, es normal que no te aporten

Si clavan puñales, normal que no reconforten

Vives en un bucle, y sé que es decepcionante

Que el miedo a fracasar, logre sugestionarte

Que exista gente que consiga acomplejarte

Y que falten manos que te curen al tocarte

Si estoy aquí, es para recordarte

Que nadie gana nada sin haber perdido antes

Y ese es el motivo por el cual has de aceptar que:

Seas como seas, tú también puedes ser arte

I write what is obvious, and the burden comes apart

Don't create a world of your own where you can't launch

Walking blindly it is difficult to escape

Because you see that you never arrive when you play to find yourself

I'm not an expert, but I can teach you

How fucked up it becomes to smile alone in a park

With no one by your side who's willing to listen to you

Because those who were, decided to destroy you

I broke my back, but I don't think it matters anymore

And I picked up my parts as I lost the north

I stopped trusting myself, it was no longer art

I lowered the bar to the ground to step on my banner

Don't ask me, because I still don't know how to answer you

While I'm still looking for seven stories to tell you

Do not look for answers that in life I will be able to give you

'Cause I'm the answer you should be asking yourself

My soul flew, and left me anywhere

My head on Babia, labia on Mars

I live a Sunday that tastes more like a Tuesday

Month after month I loved my table more than I could love myself

And how are you going to be happy being unable to love yourself?

They tell you that you are unique, and you do not know how to distinguish yourself

How are you going to smile, if you intend to harm yourself?

And when they say to stay, you think the way to go

If you do everything like this, you only manage to deceive yourself

This deaf-mute world does everything to change you

Languages ​​that are not worth only know how to despise you

Minds that obfuscate you only seek to control you

Do not underestimate yourself for those who do not know how to appreciate you

Do not call friends to people who push you apart

If they wear masks, it is normal that they do not give you

If they stick daggers, it is normal that they do not comfort

You live in a loop, and I know it's disappointing

That the fear of failing manages to suggest you

That there are people who manage to complex you

And that there are no hands that heal you when they touch you

If I'm here, it's to remind you

That nobody wins anything without having lost before

And that is the reason why you have to accept that:

Whatever you are, you can also be art