jueves, 23 de junio de 2011

alguna vez te dispararon y rompieron tu corazon en 1035 partes, y cuando pensaste que estaba casi armado de nuevo que le faltaban 830 partes para que este completo, BANG de nuevo. Shit happens.again

deberian odiarme, deberian escupirme deberian enterrarme y dejarme seca
peor que una puta me aarrastro y me rebajo
todo por un puto sentimiento, es mi problema que viene de raiz ...
no se que decir ni que hacer
ni como moverme ni expresarme
estoy completamente fuera de mi
y tildada.
ya de nada sirve nada.


el principio del fin.

Segunda parte en un nuevo libro.
pense que esto no me iba  apasar con el.
Como una tonta e inadaptada.
Llorando frente a mi ventana, leyendo sus palabras

t estan soltando y te estan diciendo adios
cuando pensas que es la unica ecepcion puede ser completamente feliz
cuando pensAS que es tiempo de arrancar un sentimiento
te devuelven la tranquilidad
y cuando todo parece ir en un orden
algo lo desorienta
y aclamando


Can't make my own decisions
or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
so I don't go where you don't want me

You say that I been changing,
that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Oh oh oh ohhhh

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy

It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you

Oh oh oh ohhhh

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret
I'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror

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