Yeah, yeah. I'm afraid you're lost. And the only one around is me.
Eat up your fears, forget all of your dreams, you're no longer free.
This is everything that you'll have in the years to come, till eternity.
You needn't hide or run. What for? You have -and always will- me.
martes, 30 de noviembre de 2010
I'd rather have you know
Will you be with me during worse, or during better times?
Well, whatever the case, I'd trade it for just regular times (If you weren't aware of it, those are the times we spend most of our life in).
Well, whatever the case, I'd trade it for just regular times (If you weren't aware of it, those are the times we spend most of our life in).
viernes, 26 de noviembre de 2010
So.. What's wrong?
I'm tired and I could really use some sleep. I have this toothache that goes all the way to my face. I slept alone while everyone else had someone there. I need to go but don't know where my ride is. So.. What's wrong? It could all go to waste and I'd be the same. So.. What's wrong? Nothing, everything.. I don't know. You don't know? I guess.. Nothing is wrong with me. Everything's wrong with my life, the way it's going. It's my fault, so I am wrong too..? So.. What's Wrong? I'm too still in my comfort. I need to do something about it.
I wanna be somewhere else
I wanna be somewhere else
I wanna be somewhere else
"..Be somewhere else"
I wanna be somewhere else
I wanna be somewhere else
I wanna be somewhere else
"..Be somewhere else"
lunes, 15 de noviembre de 2010
Tu Lago
¿Porqué resistirse cuando no hay algo a lo cual oponerse?
No insistas en ir en contra de algo que de corriente carece.
No es tan solo un conductor, existe.
Tampoco es algo pasajero, persiste.
¿Cómo tener paz sin antes estar loco?
Seré tu lago y también tu maremoto.
No insistas en ir en contra de algo que de corriente carece.
No es tan solo un conductor, existe.
Tampoco es algo pasajero, persiste.
¿Cómo tener paz sin antes estar loco?
Seré tu lago y también tu maremoto.
jueves, 11 de noviembre de 2010
I'm here but.. missing. Missing out.
But tell me. Do I have to be absent? ..such a weird thing. The overvaluation of the missing.
martes, 2 de noviembre de 2010
Such a dreamer..
Could she belong to this time and age?
Oh but I see beyond your eyes..
Where the truth behind it all lies.
Oh but I see beyond your eyes..
Where the truth behind it all lies.
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