Betro's pagan poetry

Does it care if the world goes on without me?
Does it care if she leaves me alone
Talking bullshit all night long?
Does it care if my friends fly away
All the weekends of my life?
Does it care if I love them
In my immortal loneliness?

I have a Heart
Capable of overflow the world with support.
I got all kinds of advices
For any kind of aflictions.
My shoulder is getting hard in your name.
I cry hiden and silenced
So you can give me your cry.
I give you my strenght, my desires,
But not my moan and pain.

It doesn’t care that they always ruined my romances,
That we have to stick the Heart
With ultraglue and prozac.
It doesn’t care if i swalow my distress,
If I heard that she is’nt in her place,
If she never ask calls,
If all the world is too busy
To go out with me.

That’s why I have this full notebooks,
This tragic humour
And incomprehensible english songs.
That’s why my self esteem is lying in the floor,
My back encorved by fear.
All my life in 15 minutes.
A warm shower, a lunch and a house.
All my cold rooms.
A non sense wich is my being
And my song.

Cause I’m waiting for your call,
But I shouldn’t
Cause I want you to telling me anything
But I shouldn’t
Cause I want to be a good man
But I shouldn’t
Cause I’m gonna explode in tears and alcohol
But I shouldn’t
Cause nobody is listening,
Not even a fucking one is listening,
And I just ask for a little of your time
For knowing that I worth the trouble,
Even If I worth
.. a glass of water.

I walk, I’ll walk and I walked alone,
So I don’t need you.
It hurts when I need you.
It hurts in company, with the guys.
Somebody wants me alone
And god dawn... is making it.

(I don't need you, Libro Rojo, June 2005)