tengo un caos en mi cerebro todos los días

I can’t be everything I think I am,
I can’t be everything you think of.
Sometimes I trust your insults,
sometimes I distrust your compliments.
Today I give myself to imperfection,
today I might be perfect.
And tomorrow I might be the defect
that only yesterday you called love.
I sometimes spend the days
thinking of what I used to be,
and many other nights go by
remembering what you
used to be.



Traducción y correción de Ariel Barriviera.