Today I feel like crying because life doesn’t get me because I don’t get life because my emotions are eating me alive. Today I want to cry because I don’t know when to go, I don’t know when to stop. And there’s no clear direction, no clear path. Tell me a story, a happy one tell it as you play the Spanish guitar. Take me back to better times, when it all seemed normal and calm. Make me forget why I wanted to cry.