lunes, 28 de febrero de 2011
domingo, 27 de febrero de 2011
sábado, 26 de febrero de 2011
Redacta su vida en un papel, son todos capítulos, ¿ estaré asustado?, ¿miedo al fracaso?,¿timidez?. Algo sera, unos simples números pueden hacer feliz a alguien, una sonrisa también, una lagrima es dulce en un café pero da igual, el tiempo pasa y todo sigue igual. Chupas la sangre de los que están por morir, sean jóvenes, o sean viejos, ellos no entienden que tienen enfrente, yo si, lo tuve enfrente varias veces, tuve oportunidades que desaproveche. No me arrepiento de eso, o si... pero aun no lo voy a aceptar, siempre tarde, todo tiene su tiempo, las tortugas un día me lo dijeron, ellas tenían razón, .
viernes, 25 de febrero de 2011
I Hate Myself And Want To Die
Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill
In the someday what's that sound?
Broken heart and broken bones
Think about some capsules of horse pills
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
In the someday what's that sound?
most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill
In the someday what's that sound?
Broken heart and broken bones
Think about some capsules of horse pills
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
In the someday what's that sound?
most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer
Es irreal, sal corriendo antes de que tu cabeza explote por eso, te mata, te come, se expande por tu cuerpo, no tiene cura, busca dominarte, atraparte, controlarte para que no rías mas, te usara como usa a todos los demás. Mil fantasmas entran en tu habitación, y ya es tarde para correr, las sabanas no servirán, vives alejado del suelo.¿por que no saltar? no pasara nada, tenes sueño eso es lo únicos que te sirve. Es irreal, no sirve nada, te matara igual, ahora si puedes esperar a que llegue el momento...
jueves, 24 de febrero de 2011
Love, Hate, Love
I tried to love you I thought I could
I tried to own you I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste
You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell
Cheating myself still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world
Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hand before I kill
Still love you, I still burn
Love, hate, love
I tried to own you I thought I would
I want to peel the skin from your face
Before the real you lays to waste
You told me I'm the only one
Sweet little angel you should have run
Lying, crying, dying to leave
Innocence creates my hell
Cheating myself still you know more
It would be so easy with a whore
Try to understand me little girl
My twisted passion to be your world
Lost inside my sick head
I live for you but I'm not alive
Take my hand before I kill
Still love you, I still burn
Love, hate, love
miércoles, 23 de febrero de 2011
Don't Follow
Hey, I ain't never coming
Home
Hey, I'll just wander my
Own road
Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow
Say goodbye don't follow
Misery so hollow
Hey you, you're livin'
Life full throttle
Hey you, pass me down that
Bottle, yeah
Hey you, you can't shake
Me round now
I get so lost and don't
Know how
And it hurts to care, I'm
Going down
Forgot my woman, lost my
Friends
Thinks I'd done and where
I've been
Sleep in sweat the mirrors
Cold
See my face it's growin'
Old
Scared to death no reason
Why
Do whatever to get me by
Think about the things I
Said
Read the page it's cold
And dead
Take me home
Home
Hey, I'll just wander my
Own road
Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow
Say goodbye don't follow
Misery so hollow
Hey you, you're livin'
Life full throttle
Hey you, pass me down that
Bottle, yeah
Hey you, you can't shake
Me round now
I get so lost and don't
Know how
And it hurts to care, I'm
Going down
Forgot my woman, lost my
Friends
Thinks I'd done and where
I've been
Sleep in sweat the mirrors
Cold
See my face it's growin'
Old
Scared to death no reason
Why
Do whatever to get me by
Think about the things I
Said
Read the page it's cold
And dead
Take me home
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