I’m sure there’s another me,
In another life,
Who’s listened to his own advice,
Had everything kept,
Had everything suffice,
Yes, there’s another me,
Never griped by life’s vice,
Had all his way,
And now,
I see him,
A lunatic without the antics,
A lover without love,
An old dreamer,
Trying to remember
The memories he doesn’t have.
Gracias por todo
