The sun is high and I’m surrounded by sand.
For as far as my eyes can see
I’m strapped into a rocking chair
With a blanket over my knees
I am a stranger to myself
And nobody knows I’m here
When I looked into my face
It wasn’t myself I’d seen
But who I’ve tried to be.
I’m thinking of things I’d hoped to forget.
I’m choking to death in a sun that never sets.
I clugged up my mind with perpetual grief
And turned all my friends into enemies
And now that past has returned to haunt me.

I’M SCARED OF GOD AND SCARED OF HELL
AND I’M CAVING IN UPON MYSELF
HOW CAN ANYONE KNOW ME
WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF

Author: José Ángel Mañas

The sun is high and I’m surrounded by sand.<br />For as far as my eyes can see<br />I’m strapped into a rocking chair<br />With a blanket over my knees<br />I am a stranger to myself<br />And nobody knows I’m here<br />When I looked into my face<br />It wasn’t myself I’d seen<br />But who I’ve tried to be.<br />I’m thinking of things I’d hoped to forget.<br />I’m choking to death in a sun that never sets.<br />I clugged up my mind with perpetual grief<br />And turned all my friends into enemies<br />And now that past has returned to haunt me.<br /><br />I’M SCARED OF GOD AND SCARED OF HELL<br />AND I’M CAVING IN UPON MYSELF<br />HOW CAN ANYONE KNOW ME<br />WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW MYSELF - José Ángel Mañas

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