Everyone compliment me as a good son
But, deep down inside me
In all these sleepless nights
I ask my self,
Am I a good son?
Am I a good son of my parents?
Am I a good son, that people compliment me to be for?
Am I a good brother?
Am I a good human being?
Those sleepless nights always asked me these questions
And I don't know what to say and what not.
I always wanted to be a better person,
But what I can give to my family
Is just a look full of dissatisfaction.
I always cried in the mid night without tears in my eyes,
In all those nights I always wanted to die without leaving a trace of my life
I don't know how to face this
Because, by pretending as a good son to my family.
I always lied my whole life.