(Gral Cabral 56)
[Verse 1]
It all began in '99, just seven, too young to know the signs
The day my father left, the light dimmed behind my eyes
A suitcase full of dreams, New York calling his name
But he left a house of silence, where nothing felt the same
Mama wore both shoes, dad and mom in one fight
Chancleta in her hand, tears falling every night
No more peace in that small room we used to share
Only storms and Catrina’s floods, water everywhere
[Pre-Chorus]
And I was just a boy with a broken voice
Mocked in class, stripped of choice
I knew who I was, though they tried to define
With whispers, stares, and twisted lines
[Chorus]
Do real friends exist, or is it all pretend?
Is a smile just a mask that hides the bitter end?
In a world where the shadows kiss you like the light
I learned how to live in a double life
[Verse 2]
We packed the pain and moved to Cabral 56
A yard to run, a new chapter to fix
Grandma’s arms, and mom chasing goals
Crafts and pastries, while I patched my soul
Carla smiled but never saw my heart
Fell for two, but both tore me apart
Crushed by crushes, rejected again
But I still hoped to be more than a friend
[Pre-Chorus]
They said my voice was wrong, my steps out of place
But I found God and a church full of grace
Still, even angels fall in the darkest hours
Even roses grow with thorns in towers
[Chorus]
Do real friends exist, or is it all pretend?
Is a laugh just a lie we tell to the end?
I walked with boys who played like light
But behind the games, they blurred the right
[Bridge]
Baratillo dreams and back-alley fears
Older friends with secrets whispered in ears
A child among wolves in daylight disguise
Learning who to trust through trauma and lies
[Breakdown]
I hit when I hurt, ashamed of the past
But I owned it, I grew up fast
No repeats, I learned, I changed
But I carry the scars that can’t be exchanged
[Final Chorus]
Do real friends exist, or am I still alone?
When the lights are off and I’m on my own
But God heard my cry, He gave me breath
Kept me from choosing Hannah’s death
[Outro]
So I’ll tell my truth, let the echoes rise
From Cabral 56 to the starless skies
This is how it feels when you're barely alive
But you fight to live…
In a double life.
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