“All your gypsy friends have gone away now /It's for someone else to sing their songYou said it's all a masquerade /And life was just a game you playedBut now, too late, you see that you were wrong/All the friends you hung around are gone now/They're all entertaining someone elseYou lived your life without a goalAnd now you feel you've lost your soul/And you can only blame it on yourself
Wasn't it you who said that nothing mattered/Wasn't it you who said life's a holiday/Well, if it's true that nothing really matters/What are you doing, feeling down this way
I remember when you tried to warn me/You told me not to try to tie you downNow your mind is filled with doubt/The crowd that you were in, is outAnd you have no idea where you're bound/Wasn't it you who said that nothing matteredWasn't it you who said life's a holiday/Well, if it's true that nothing really mattersWhat are you doing, feeling down this way" (Carole King)
Personajes como este hemos conocido todos. Lo tuviste todo : las chicas se peleaban por ti, los chicos te admiraban. Al crecer conseguiste ser un triunfador: el mejor trabajo, la mujer ideal. Ibas dándonos consejos a los pobres desgraciados. Perdonándonos la vida. Ahora estás solo. ¿Quién es el perdedor?