Thirteen times I went to the well Thirteen times I went to the well Trece veces que fui al pozo To draw my thoughts, I’ll gather and tell To draw my thoughts, I’ll gather and tell Para dibujar mis pensamientos, voy a recoger y contar Like bricks that I’ve laid to build my life Like bricks that I’ve laid to build my life Al igual que los ladrillos que he dispuesto para construir mi vida Those that crumbled only caused me strife Those that crumbled only caused me strife Aquellos que se derrumbó sólo me causó disturbios Thoughts became words, cast into the sea Thoughts became words, cast into the sea Los pensamientos se convirtieron en palabras, échate en el mar But they returned, always haunting me But they returned, always haunting me Pero volvieron, siempre me atormenta Like a severed arm washed up on the shore Like a severed arm washed up on the shore Al igual que un brazo roto varado en la orilla I just don’t think I can give anymore I just don’t think I can give anymore Yo no creo que pueda dar más Because I’ve lived, how many times do I have to die? Because I’ve lived, how many times do I have to die? Porque he vivido, ¿cuántas veces tengo que morir? Because I’ve lived, how many lives do I have to die? Because I’ve lived, how many lives do I have to die? Porque he vivido, cuántas vidas tengo que morir? Thirteen times and it’s been lucky for me Thirteen times and it’s been lucky for me Trece veces y ha sido una suerte para mí After everything, you still want me to bleed After everything, you still want me to bleed Después de todo, usted quiere que yo sangrar Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes Trece maneras de ver el diablo en mis ojos Because I stood here thirteen times and I’m still alive Because I stood here thirteen times and I’m still alive Porque yo estaba aquí trece veces y todavía estoy vivo At thirteen I started down this path At thirteen I started down this path A los trece años empecé este camino Fueled with anger, music was my wrath Fueled with anger, music was my wrath Impulsado por la ira, la música era mi ira Years of clawing at scars that never healed Years of clawing at scars that never healed Años de arañar las cicatrices que nunca cicatrizadas Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real Ahogamiento mi mente, los pensamientos son demasiado reales I can’t get out; I can’t jump out I can’t get out; I can’t jump out No puedo salir, no puedo saltar Too much to face; I can’t erase Too much to face; I can’t erase Demasiado a cara, no puedo borrar