Y después de todo ese tiempo me sigo preguntando si realmente vale la pena.

(Creo que va a ser un mes de mierda, entre otras cosas).

Give in

/Julio, 28. Saturday night. Memories.


I want you
And you want me
And there's nothing stopping you
From kissing me
So I am tearing my hair out
Because I want you
Give in to your heart
Don't let him sell you out
Give in to your heart
I wont let you be sold out
I need you

Do you still want me?
There's nothing stopping us
From touching each other
Are you tearing your hair out?
Because I already have
Give in to your heart
Don't let your life be bought over
Give in to your heart
Don't let him sell you out
Him sell you out
Give in, give in, give in to me

Pronóstico: Finde de mierda.


The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start, my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart, my love

Crónicas de una gripe

A veces sigo sentada esperando a que el tiempo me defina algunas verdades. Y puedo esperar... por siempre.


...Well I been thinking about the future, but I'm too young to pretend...

Wasted

Como todos esos viernes, me agarró la tristeza disfrazada de bronca. Y me gustaría poder encontrar las palabras para sacar toda esta calentura que tengo adentro, pero la verdad que no tengo muchas ganas de buscarlas y de perder mi tiempo en ello. Perder mi tiempo, si... eso. Never mind...

El fuego, siempre termina quemándote.

For the love you bring, oh pretty thing...


The smeel of your body remains on my skin.

and Kim says: ...why do we always have to fall for the wrong person? it's like we're trying to make life difficult...