Trapped.
He's trapped,
Prisoner in your own game.
You thought you knew everything,
today you find out that everything is nothing.
Cold walls that shut you in,
fill your mind with doubts,
cause euphoria in your soul.
What should you do?
Nothing.
Caught.
Alone,
with no way out.
That night I tried to help you,
searching your mind for a memory,
screaming in the face of immensity.
You heard nothing, not a word.
Today, it's too late,
colorless cold walls enclose you,
There's nothing there.
Just you, imprisoned in your own game.
Paredes frías que te encierran,
llenan de dudas tu mente,
causan euforia en tu alma.
¿Que has de hacer?
Nada.
Atrapado.
Solo,
sin salida.
Aquella noche intenté ayudarte,
buscando en tu mente un recuerdo,
gritando ante la inmensidad.
Ni oíste nada, ni una palabra.
Hoy, ya es tarde,
paredes frías sin color te encierran,
No hay nada.
Solo tú, preso en tu propio juego.
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