"escribo a solas,
no hay nadie, cae el día, cae el año,
caigo en el instante, caigo al fondo,
invisible camino sobre espejos
que repiten mi imagen destrozada,
piso días, instantes caminados,
piso los pensamientos de mi sombra,
piso mi sombra en busca de un instante."
Octavio Paz
When the hell did I start trying to be perfect?
And people-pleasing, is it ever really worth it?
Fake-smiling just to pass the time
It's the only way I've been getting by
Looked at myself and I can't even recognize
Who I am behind those eyes, one big disguise 🎶