En realidad te amaba •
jueves, 28 de octubre de 2010
I find I get lost for words around you, overwhelmed by your presence; I feel
the same, I hear the words you won’t say, echo through your eyes. Nothing
more for me to say, silence understand some things, what it meant to be, will be. Sometimes it’s the words we don’t say that get in the way, time will break down the walls that we’ve built between us; I won’t ever be speechless. This feeling takes me just like a painting sky; how do I describe all those colors inside? Nothing less for me to say anyway. Sometimes it’s the words we don’t say that get in the way, time will break down the walls that we’ve built. I wanna know you inside out, I want to know you without a doubt, and though we’re shy; would it be easier just to say goodbye. I want to learn to read your mind, I want to say thw words but my tongue gets tied, and don’t feel shy; would it be easier just to say goodbye. I won’t ever be speechless.
the same, I hear the words you won’t say, echo through your eyes. Nothing
more for me to say, silence understand some things, what it meant to be, will be. Sometimes it’s the words we don’t say that get in the way, time will break down the walls that we’ve built between us; I won’t ever be speechless. This feeling takes me just like a painting sky; how do I describe all those colors inside? Nothing less for me to say anyway. Sometimes it’s the words we don’t say that get in the way, time will break down the walls that we’ve built. I wanna know you inside out, I want to know you without a doubt, and though we’re shy; would it be easier just to say goodbye. I want to learn to read your mind, I want to say thw words but my tongue gets tied, and don’t feel shy; would it be easier just to say goodbye. I won’t ever be speechless.
Ella es un chika light, i tiene un tatuaje en el pie i una buena familia; tiene un novio espacial, le dice ke lo ama, pero ella no ama a nadie. Miren, mírenla bien; ella es tan linda, ella es tan free. Ella es una chika light, tiene un amigo francés i tiene el pelo fucsia; ella siempre huele bien i siempre está bronceada i siempre anda drogada. Miren, mírenla bien; ella es tan linda, ella es tan free.. tan free.
sábado, 16 de octubre de 2010
Waking up in the midday sun, what’s to live for?; you could see what I’ve done, staring at emotion in the light of day, I was running from the things that you’d say; we are not what you think we are, we are golden. Teenage dreams in a teenage circus, running around like a clown on purpose; Who gives a damn about the family you come from? no givin’ up when you’re young and you want some. I was a girl at an open door, why you staring? do you still think that you know? Looking for treasure in the things that you threw, like a magpie; I live for glitter, not you.
miércoles, 13 de octubre de 2010
lunes, 4 de octubre de 2010
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