As ridiculous as lying to my diary
As atypical as an atheist in Rome
As dumb as pride
That stays in a closet
As true that one plus one are three
As naive as a chess pawn
Recurrent like the worst of doubts
That seeks shade under a cypress
It's likely that that's how you see me
You know nothing about my life, but you opine
Don't worry about me, that I'll be fine
Better dedicate yourself to understand why you end up
Always in the arms of the one that doesn't treat you right
It's possible that I'm a fool, but you are too
As monotonous as that melody
That repeats in its key and its beat
Routine like a tea in an Englishman's house
It's likely that that's how you see me
You know nothing about my life, but you opine
Don't worry about me, that I'll be fine
Better dedicate yourself to understand why you end up
Always in the arms of the one that doesn't treat you right
It's possible that I'm a fool, but you are too
As fleeting that you never arrive
As noisy as thunder
According to you, when I finish
I'm guilty in the first degree
A door in your face
As clumsy as a suicide