Locked in 4 walls of loneliness
one gives me a song the other
taught me to play cards the other
two do not get and I realize
I find myself alone.

And looking out the window all make
I only encounter something with nothing
do.

Channeling routines in my mind
I always make the idea of not
do anything.

I continue with my routine of doing nothing
if that is what I like who me
can be removed.

My fury bigger every day my honesty
playing cards with my patience
these are the cards I gave.

And there I stand without making biggest thing
anything and as always I’m alone.

Just as a divorsiado, only as a
children without parents only as someone who
not happy.

Just like a cartoon in a library
just like a dog without his master.

Only loneliness with you my friend
pesadia unconsciousness and my abstinence.

And not much to say this guy is going
alone with her ​​friend without speaking.