Si algo amo con todo el corazón,

Es mi familia, mi razón.

En las buenas y en las malas, siempre al lado,

Espalda con espalda, juntos, sin cuidado.

Tú me ayudas a mí, y yo te ayudo a ti,

Con ustedes crecí, y así aprendí.

Con ustedes enfrenté la muerte,

Sin temor, ni duda, siempre fuerte.

A mi lado, ustedes, nada queda por hacer,

Nada me falta, todo puedo vencer.

Con tanto amor nací,

Y así, algún día, partiré.

I’m stuck, fresh out of luck,
Too bad I’m too tired to give a fuck.
I can’t help but wish to disappear,
In the light, everything’s so crystal clear.
Desperate prayers from my lips to God’s ear,
I hope you hear me—get me the hell out of here.

I gave you everything,
I loved you,
I adored you,
I spoiled you,
Poured my heart until I was drained.
You took and took but never gave,
But I should’ve known better, should’ve played the game.
I should’ve, could’ve, would’ve — yet all remains the same,
I should’ve learned my lesson, now I bear the blame.
Repent my sins, but it’s all one and the same.

Quisiera irme de aquí,
O volar entre estrellas,
Es tanto lo que hay aquí,
¿Quién lo quisiera?

Some days I get by,
Other days, I won’t.
Most days I feel high,
On rare ones, I don’t.
I just want to live life,
But sometimes I won’t.

Do you remember?

Sometime in September,

Back in high school,

Come on, do you remember?

Sweet sixteen, late conversations,

Young love, elation

You, me, the Dodge Caliber makes three,

But even then, we weren’t meant to be.

I drag my feet,

I’m torn apart,

I took a shot straight from the dark.

I’m tired, overworked,

I’m filthy, losing sleep,

As the darkness start to creep, creep, creep.

I’m tired, anxiety hardwired,

.5 grams of Clonazepam required,

I’m crying, though tears have expired,

I’m tired of trying, my spirit’s retired,

I’m tired of vibing, this spark has expired,

I’m tired of being, the fire’s grown tired,

I’m tired of always being scared,

I’m tired of the risks I never dared,

I’m tired of waiting, chances impaired,

I’m tired of missing the things I once cared,

I’m tired of the nausea, my stomach in knots,

I’m tired of feeling ill with no cure to be sought.

El día que venga la muerte por mí,
I’ll welcome it with open arms.
No te pongas triste por mí,
Porque al fin estaré donde quiero estar.

I hate the way you make me ruminate,

In silence, I carry all the weight.

I need my fix, my mind fixates,

In the haze, memories dissipate.

Slip from my grasp, thoughts start to fade,

Lost in the dark, where dreams cascade.