When you reach twenty You believe that life is just tequila And a few lines of cocaine But when you fall And the barriers crumble The sky turns gray When you reach thirty You understand that looks Will never be just looks Even if blindness is temporary The mystery of being beautiful Becomes superfluous That's why I love statues They're so apathetic and gray They never have to answer When the questions start to burn They never choke on broken promises Or see their loved ones turn against them And I swear to God that sometimes I wish my blood would freeze Turn my ribs into marble stone And my lungs into winter breeze Because feeling everything Is a beautiful disease But it's slowly killing me, on my knees When you reach forty You start counting every ghost All the faces you once loved And those you hurt the most And statues never beg for love They never bleed or pray They never scream: Don't leave me When someone walks away That's why I love statues Cold shoulders made of clay They never break their own hearts Trying to make someone stay But somewhere in the silence Between regret and youth You realize that the cruelest lie Was always called the truth You laugh at the chaos The pills and the fights The stupid little wars That you called your wild nights That's why I love statues They are queens at not feeling And it seems that as the centuries pass They learn to overcome the insurmountable