jueves, 28 de febrero de 2013
miércoles, 27 de febrero de 2013
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, missunderstood
Miss “no way it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough
I’ve done all i can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, missunderstood
Miss “no way it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough
I’ve done all i can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same
Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
The whole world stares while i swallow the fear
The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and I tried tried
But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere
They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less then, fuckin’ perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing you’re fuckin’ perfect, to me
You’re perfect
You’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please don’t you ever
ever feel like you’re less then, fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever
ever feel like you’re nothing
you’re fucking perfect to me.
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Fuckin’ perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re fuckin’ perfect to me
The whole world stares while i swallow the fear
The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and I tried tried
But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere
They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Ooh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less then, fuckin’ perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing you’re fuckin’ perfect, to me
You’re perfect
You’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please don’t you ever
ever feel like you’re less then, fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever
ever feel like you’re nothing
you’re fucking perfect to me.
sábado, 23 de febrero de 2013
Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silouhette, a lifeless face that you'll soon forget.
My eyes are
dampo from the words you left. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. Ringing
in my head, when you broke my chest.
And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one, ‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire
to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them. But I'm forever missing him.
A toda esta teoría barata que estuve pensando hace un
tiempo. No sé si es que uno no puede estar sin una persona, somos seres humanos y nos adaptamos a todo. Pero, no sé cómo explicar con exactitud a lo que me refiero…
Me cago que cuando pienso bien las cosas, está todo bien explicado y ordenadito y al momento de ponerme a
escribir todo se me hace una puta galleta.
Love ya (?)
‘’Y aunque sé que puedo estar sin vos, ¿cómo hacer
que quiera estar sin vos?’’
(El tema es que no puedo ni quiero estar sin vos.)
No sé si es por la música, porque medio que
entristecí o si es porque te extraño con cada puto órgano de mi cuerpo.
A veces solamente me gustaría saber si te
acordas de mí en algún momento del día, o de estos días en especial que no
estuvimos hablando.
No es por el orgullo que me invade, es porque
lo dejé de lado y cuando te encuentre te voy a hablar.
Creo que de toda esta estupidez que nadie más
que yo armó, es que al ser tan poco demostrativo para conmigo es que yo no sé
qué pasa por tu cabeza. Nadie sabe que pasa por la cabeza de uno, pero no sé si
me explico a qué voy.
Sé perfectamente que me queres y que te
importo, porque me lo demostras siempre que podes. Pero soy medio boluda, y
quiero probar qué sería de mí estando en esta situación. No la lleve tan mal te
digo, pero estas tan presente alrededor que muchas veces me acuerdo de vos
durante el día. Y no es de orgullosa ni nada de eso, sino de que realmente en
otro punto es como si no existieras.
jueves, 21 de febrero de 2013
miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult, and we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay… try to remember what we had in the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in, everyone’s head turned–everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that: he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him. And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him, I love him.
martes, 19 de febrero de 2013
jueves, 14 de febrero de 2013
viernes, 8 de febrero de 2013
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