By: Neftali Jimenez CR Richport Music/BMI International 2012
Is this confusion or it is just an illusion you’ve imprinted on me?
It feels so weird; it is just a mere of deserving, then again so real.
Could it be desertion? Perhaps that should not be the question!
Deserted I have felt since the inception of this never-ending story;
Perhaps misleading glory of having met you.
A procession parades through my brain, producing pain;
all is in vane; nothing could mitigate this confusion.
This absurd feeling; yet believing that it provides harmony,
when at your convenience, caresses my soul taking advantage of my agony.
In an attempt to excuse the inexcusable;
looking for an acceptable reason to misbehavior,
I let uncertainty, tears and broken promises pass by inadvertently,
Amid the thoughts of a confused soul, abducted in captivity.