So I've brokened my routine without a trace  with a shot of rudder I've slapped away my past  And I watch it desappear behind te horizon  without a wave,a greeting,a goodbye    thoughts overlap  and run fast from my head  don't let I trap them   in a sheet of paper from a pen    thinkin'again  I've a lump in my throat  all is changin'now and getting worst  All my future now,  inchomprehensible,  conditiones my life everyday  Another helpin hand,  another regret,  Do those things matter to me?