Y he aquí uno de los capítulos de muchos de nosotros. La historia de aquel que pasa su vida construyendo su vida (o eso cree) fortaleciéndose a cada golpe y aprendiendo de cada tropiezo. Esculpiendo, a veces sin saber, una preciosa armadura de color carne. Jactándose de su entereza, madurez y circunspección. Y de repente, se encuentra con que el corazón suena a metal cuando late, que los acontecimientos apenas impactan y que la rigidez congelan su expresión. Que la sangre no fluye y la pasión se congela. Es entonces cuando se da cuenta de que el miedo al rechazo y al dolor venció a los deseos de vivir. Que ha sido la apariencia la que ha ganado al amor. Que ha perdido el tiempo, en fin, corriendo en la dirección equivocada.
Passenger (All the Little Things)
When I was a kid the things I did
Were hidden under the grid
Young and naive I never believed
That love could be so well hid
With regret I’m willing to bet
And say the older you get
It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work
The first cut is the deepest
But the rest still flipping hurt
You build your heart of plastic
Get cynical and sarcastic
And end up in the corner on your own
Because I’d love to feel love
But I can’t stand the rejection
I hide behind my jokes
As a form of protection
I thought I was close but under further inspection
It seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction oh no
So what’s the point in getting your hopes up?
When all you’re ever getting
Is choked up
When you’re coked up
And can’t remember the reason why you broke up
You call her in the morning
When you’re coming down and falling
Like an old man on the side of the road
Because when you’re apart you don’t want to mingle
When you’re together you want to be single
Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss
That made your heart tingle
How much greener the grass is
With those rose tinted glasses
But the butterflies they flutter by
And leave us on our arses
Because I’d love to feel love
But I can’t stand the rejection
I hide behind my jokes
As a form of protection
I thought I was close but under further inspection
It seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction
There’s fish in the sea for me to make a selection
I’d jump in if it wasn’t for my ear infection
Because all I want to do is try to make a connection
It seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction oh
I’d love to feel love but I can’t stand the rejection
I hide behind my jokes
As a form of protection
I thought I was close but under further inspection
It seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction
I’d love to feel love but I can’t stand the rejection
I hide behind my jokes
As a form of protection
And I thought I was close but under further inspection
It seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction oh
It seems like I’m running in the wrong direction oh
Seems like I’m running in the wrong direction oh
Well it seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction oh no
Seems I’ve been running in the wrong direction.