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I'll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance if you want it
I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want if you need it
You can speak of anger and doubts your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it
You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it
(and there are no strings attached to it)


I've been thinking of everything
I used to want to be
I've been thinking of everything
Of me, of you and me

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself and I'll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel and you'll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else and I'll support it
You can ask for anything you want anything at all and I'll understand it
(and there are no strings attached to it)


This is the story of my life
These are the lies I have created

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

I bet you're wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop
I bet you're wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up
I bet wonder how far you have now danced you way back into debt
This is the only kind of love as I understand it that there really is


This is the story of my life
These are the lies I have created
I created

You can express your deepest of truths even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss I'll empathize with
You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion I'll hear it
You can even hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it
(and there are no strings attached)


And I swear to god
I'll find myself
In the end

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return


In the end

This is the story of my life
These are the lies I have created



Alanis Morissette - You owe me nothing in return.
30 Seconds to Mars - The Story.

Desde hace un tiempo escucho demasiada música. Demasiada. No tengo tiempo para pararme a pensar, no tengo tiempo para pararme, y mientras me muevo siempre voy colgado de alguna canción. Como más de la mitad del mundo que no se está muriendo de hambre. La diferencia, creo, es que últimamente el dios inexistente de este universo me manda mensajes subliminales en el orden de las canciones. Este es solo un ejemplo:


Yo estuve en los dos lugares, aun lo estoy, la única diferencia es que ahora sé a quién no quiero. Ahora lo sé. Creo que por eso he dejado de escribir aquí buscándome a mi mismo, intentando entenderme a mi mismo. Intentando saber por qué me hicieron daño y por qué hice daño, por qué las cosas casi nunca salen como las esperas y cuando las esperas nunca salen. Ahora creo haberme encontrado aunque sé que sigo perdido. El autoengaño funciona, al menos a corto plazo.


Ahora el autoengaño es la única mentira que queda en mi vida. Creo que el resto de lo que me rodea es simplemente cierto, no siempre bonito, pero al menos cierto.