Waiting for the weekend,
To have some good sensations.
Every night trying to satisfy
Our dissatisfaction,
Drinks, sex, drugs.
Trying to fill out our emptiness,
Music, computer, television.
But the emptiness is still there!
In vomits' puddles,
Trying to find some life
And renouncing the only
That can give it to me.
In memories' outbreads,
Trying to find some sense
And turning back to the only
That can to explain it to me!
Black clothes and bad face,
Something there in the bottom
Still make me want to cry
I don't wanna be fragile in my emotions
But the morning arrives,
It was just a night of fun,
Monday come
And with it the depression.
In vomits' puddles,
Trying to find some life
And renouncing the only
That can give it to me.
In memories' outbreads,
Trying to find some sense
And turning back to the only
That can to explain it to me!
My cheerful memories
Are based in weekends,
In some flash
Of an intoxcated mind,
Changing in walls
That we built.
My soul screams for hope!
Oh, Jesus You're the one!!!
