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.