E hoje esta letra ganha uma nova, densa e profunda dimensão. 

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take!

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know I may end up failing too
But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Linkin Park é a minha banda de eleição. Acompanho-os desde início, 1998/99, com o Hybrid Theory, e não mais os larguei. 

Na adolescência vincamos os nossos gostos musicais. Passei por várias fases, até metal gótico ouvi. Mas poucos ficaram para a posteridade. Linkin Park sim. Sempre que havia um novo álbum, eu ouvia e ouvia. Adorei e tive a música New Divide, da banda sonora Transformers, meses a fio como toque de telemóvel. Numb é daquelas músicas que tanto me embalou na angústia de uma adolescência final, quase adulta. Aquela música que ouço porque significa algo cá dentro, como uma identidade impressa numa melodia.

Chester Bennington é(ra) a poderosíssima voz, a que subia e descia de tom, flutuava as emoções e arrepiava a pele. Ainda arrepia. Arrepiará sempre que a ouvir. E hoje ouço. Com dor. Porque sim, custa saber desta notícia, ainda que não surpreenda. 

Obrigada, Chester, por tudo o que nos deixaste!