vamos a tener un asiento y encender otro cigarrillo
vamos a tomar una copa para no lamentar nada más
vamos a aplaudir cuando, cuando se oiga ese sonido
ya no vamos a estar tristes
ya no lo vamos a lamentar
podríamos vivir o morir
pero pasar un buen rato mientras tanto
jueves, 9 de junio de 2011
sábado, 9 de abril de 2011
lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011
ok
Cada día, cada momento me estoy dando cuenta que elijo la peor cosa que pueda elegir.
Cada día me estoy dando cuenta que tengo un instinto autodestructivo. Lo peor para mi.
Mis necesidades y lo que quiero son totalmente opuestos.
No hayo la hora de que explote todo y nos saque la piel a ambos.
miércoles, 9 de febrero de 2011
¿Asi que querés ser un superhéroe?
There's banging on the wall
It's 5am ? I've got no sleep at all
Just thoughts of how I might struggle through tomorrow
Too much time in one day
Too much time to occupy
Boring thoughts
And boring moods
And boring bedtimes
Won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone
It's hard to write this song
It's all a joke
It's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead
I might be leaving soon
There's laughter from below
It's 1am ? how could you have known?
The thoughts of silence that had me
From going back to sleep that night
Wish I could call someone I love
To stop thinking of myself
Long look in the mirror
Just? looks back so blankly
You were right: I can't do this
I'm going crazy, it's gone by me and you can't see
How much I think I'm empty
I might be leaving soon
My dreams are full of what's not real
I'll fly away and save the world
I'll make you proud someday
I just won't be around to see your face
My life is full of what's not here
I'll go away and save myself
I'll make you proud someday
I just won't be around to see your face
It's 5am ? I've got no sleep at all
Just thoughts of how I might struggle through tomorrow
Too much time in one day
Too much time to occupy
Boring thoughts
And boring moods
And boring bedtimes
Won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone
It's hard to write this song
It's all a joke
It's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead
I might be leaving soon
There's laughter from below
It's 1am ? how could you have known?
The thoughts of silence that had me
From going back to sleep that night
Wish I could call someone I love
To stop thinking of myself
Long look in the mirror
Just? looks back so blankly
You were right: I can't do this
I'm going crazy, it's gone by me and you can't see
How much I think I'm empty
I might be leaving soon
My dreams are full of what's not real
I'll fly away and save the world
I'll make you proud someday
I just won't be around to see your face
My life is full of what's not here
I'll go away and save myself
I'll make you proud someday
I just won't be around to see your face
lunes, 7 de febrero de 2011
Oh si.
hay cosas peores que
estar solo
pero a menudo toma décadas
darse cuenta de ello
y más a menudo
cuando esto ocurre
es demasiado tarde
y no hay nada peor
que
un demasiado tarde
estar solo
pero a menudo toma décadas
darse cuenta de ello
y más a menudo
cuando esto ocurre
es demasiado tarde
y no hay nada peor
que
un demasiado tarde
viernes, 28 de enero de 2011
sábado, 22 de enero de 2011
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