¿Cuántos amores vas a desperdiciar? ¿Y cuántos corazones irás que destrozar? ¿Cuántas lágrimas tenes que provocar y a dulces personas causar malestar? ¿Cuánto daño se requiere para entender que lo bueno no pasa dos veces? Lo que estuvo una vez, después del dolor, no va a volver.
Neighborhood baby selling her lie of being bold and happy most of the time. Fed up of daydreaming about a better life. Pleasing everyone else is the sickness of pride. ***** princess, lazy lover who's deepest side is a madness of beauty that'll get you flying up high. But careful who you're talking to when she's mad, heart dried, cause she's soft as a petal and sharp, thorn alike.
What a combination, summer and wine. You chase that purple dream. Won't you hold me tight? Keeping it cold, meet me after midnight. You showed and told me so, how to stay more distant. All the attention is in rock and roll, interrupting the kiss just to sing along. Oh, rosy quartz clean this uncertain way. Oh, moon and sun bond us right away.
I saw you yesterday after months that feel like years. I saw you and I felt upcoming tears. It was the first time you subtly nod your head hi instead of looking to the other side, thing you always did since your silent goodbye. And even though I almost break again, I realized one day it'll completely end. Because I shivered while reliving, I hated it but I'm forgiving. I envied that you're freewheeling. I understand it now, I'm not unfeeling. I'm growing, I'm healing.
La necesidad de un cambio, casi desgarrador, que promete una revolución a nivel interior. La palabrería ha nublado toda la razón, sin lógica alguna ahora seguís al corazón. Te lleva a situaciones donde te disparan a quemarropa. Ya deberías haber aprendido a cerrar un poco la boca. Aunque hay luz por encontrar todavía no sabes bien dónde buscar. Pero estás creciendo, ya casi lo logras. Cuando encuentres a tu gente no te paran más.
The new car is a facade, you can see it in his smirk; there's a black tar soul under its white bodywork. He sells his demons under a snowy form, he finds his peace on a green heavy storm. No one has ever know him very well but they know he's related to a cartel. He has lots of fun, too may things he enjoys, not realizing he's the devil's toy. But I think he's the evil, as cruel as can be. He preaches his word of magnetic philosophy. You're cough just for fun. Glowing sparks in aquamarine. Comfy sea-scent room, you wish to stay in. You get a sugar rush every time you see him. Waiting for his company, not the best way of being free. You sit there beside him, pretend to rely. He offers you something, you don't have to pay. Tho his soft touch turns your skin into concrete you find yourself at his door dying to repeat.
We pressed our lips together and that made my knees go weak. You ran your hands through my back and that made me feel the heat. But I know it's fresh and new now and after some time, bored, you'll go away. Guys have cruelly taught me that nothing gold can stay.
Niega toda razón lógica, absorto en un va y ven de pensamientos incesantes. Inmensurables fantasias desgarrando la realidad. Mientras el domingo le da la bienvenida a la noche, todos están moviéndose. Paso los días abrazada a la vieja soledad, le digo que su visita ya es abrumadora, pero aún así la invito a una taza de té. Y pasa el día, llevándose mis ganas, llevándose un poco más de vida.
Illuminated by the moon. Her whispers come to me. I show her that I listen, I'll prove her that I see. In a white summer dress, barefoot by the creek, with my loose long hair and my soft pink cheeks. Almost midnight time, stones, herbs and tree barks, kneeling on the grass, going over ancient marks. My silver hoops sparkle and I begin to recite a beesech to a force unnoticeable to the sight. Developed energies. Astral effect; my state of mind goes higher so my wish I can project. I feel its presence; It thickens the air. The wind blows stronger. I can feel its piercing stare. I command you my will and I order you to bow as I start to float inside the circle baring my tar black soul. The moon is still there, up there in the dark sky. It giggles and whispers: *You belong to the night.
A face no one remembers touched by the winter breeze, dejected, walking with no rush through streets that scream You don't belong in here! Looking for a hole in the ground to lie down and sleep, even when it's too cold to decompose and disappear. Red nose, watery eyes, quietly humming a song that no one seems to hear. Stepping up the pace, wishing to be headed somewhere else than the pale yellow cracked paint house. Cars passing by, not a single friendly face behind the steering wheel. The cold pierces to the bone, keep on walking, almost "home", ease the coldness with a hot coffee. And you travel through that state of mind, never cured, never improved, but you hope for it to change over a night of sleep.
Now I realize I'm the one I've been waiting for. And I know I'm more than what meets the eye. Now I declare false half of the things that I swore. I will furnish you with all the thoughts I go by. Now I understand my mind's state of war and I sincerely admit the feelings I used to deny. Now I'm standing, feet bleeding, peaceful postwar. Sometimes the aching seems to magnify. This awareness grows inside me like a tumor but I won't turn around nor say goodbye. Even if my soul is deep sore, even if my eyes I cannot dry, even if I'm kneeling on the floor my survival strength you will identify. And I will be my own God to adore; I'll pray to myself not to the sky. There's a fire originating deep down my core. Through this rising flames I'll be purified. And you'll wonder how I stand strong when I used to be the weakest inside. I'll tell you this, and no more, it's possible once you control your mind.
I try to find something but nothing's there. I try to talk but my mouth's stitched. I try to walk but I have no feet. I try to crawl but I have no energy. I try to move but I'm boneless meat. I try to feel but I am machine.
I loved you. You, with your distance, your lack of affection, the fugacity of your loving, the minimum attention. You, with the meaningless kisses, the passionless love making, the forced caresses, always causing me deep aching. I loved you like that, just the way you are. Bittersweet and all, I wanted you. But not anymore.
I promised myself I wouldn't write about you. Not a sinlge line. But you know, I still keep that picture in the second drawer of my night table. I stil try to find what is not there. desperatly I still hold my pillow at night pretending it's you. I allow myself to sin (way too much) but maybe in that way it will all get out my mind someday, somehow.
Y es que nadie sabe cuánto añoro esos gentiles labios que acababan con mi triste soledad. Y es que ya no encuentro una muestra de cariño que de un solo golpe se lleve la tempestad. ¿Volverás algún día? Vaya uno a saber. Sólo sigo pensando en todo lo que pudimos ser.
When your heart aches and your soul cries. When you feel lonely and you struggle to get through the night. When your chest hurts and you're sad to the core. When you give your best but they ask for more. When you feel empty, you're full of void. When life means nothing but the devil's joy. When your hands shake while you're playing your part. When you feel so afraid you may never be loved back. When you see nothing but your future grave and those judging eyes turn the other way. When everything you do is never enough and the little good things not a second last. When all of that happens choose to create art.
El corazón ya muerto, los ojos hinchados. La continúa espera que no lleva a ninguna parte. Veo la luna brillar pero el sol nunca sale. Y en una noche eterna te sueño entre mis piernas. Y siento ese olor dulzón de las amarillentas páginas de un libro viejo que leíste mil veces y, aún así, esperas un final distinto. Las polillas empiezan a comer las páginas y con ellas se llevan, de a trocitos, tu recuerdo.
I still crave you; your touch, your kiss (both the gentle as the desperate ones) running through my skin. Heavy breath, wet with spit. Sweet or loveless, just please go deep. Love me like you can, hurt me like you know. Warm skin or sharp knife, make my tears fall. I want you to leave bite marks on me from those crooked teeth, make me feel I've been set on fire. Tell me I'm yours, own me from inside; my one true desire.
Start again, a brand new plan. You're young and free, allow yourself to be. Leave your doubt aside and bury what already died. The lights await, there's nothing to debate. Let your sense be the guide, you'll fly in the blink of an eye. Just risk it now, it's now or never. Please, quick, hurry. You won't have forever.
She mumbles in her sleep, worthless thing she couldn't keep. The magnetism turned into cruelty and the guitar plays a disastrous melody. Absentminded lover who was never there, now he's not here and she is aware; People like him cannot make it last. He likes taking roses from behind the glass. He lets people in but "Do not touch anything!" Peeking through the window is the same **** thing. She now understands and tries to accept. You know, she's just me, who would have guessed? I know you didn't mean all the nice things you said, to you I was just a new marionette. I just wanted your love and protection but you gave me a kick in the face with no hesitation. You took it all and broke me apart, but let me tell you the very best part; I thank you for the depression thrill but I never needed you and I never will. She's me and I am her, we keep each other safe. We are one, an union you can never take. Bruised heart? Yes. But guess what, snake. This one you can never break.
Incandescent heart that roams in empty rooms. Tormented state of mind that corrupts the soul. The moon has gone black, the stars show no reflection. The sun is not in the sky, clouds are the only vision. An angelic voice has been silent for too long. The sleeves are empty but the mind overflows. Unrecognized by them, a blank space where the face should be. But yet the mirror screams and those shady dreams appear. The candle is now consumed but there's still remaining wax. Untold promises, unconcealed lies. The dying child within takes the last breaths, the ones that promise death and the revival as a warrior.
You haunt me in my sleep while I dream of gasoline. You come back once again acting like you're a friend. I wanted to burn it all down but you took the gasoline and poured it all on me. I didn't say a word, I just let you do as I begin to burn. You stared for a second and then walked away. I guess I dug my own grave. I should not cry, I should not complain for I knew since the begging this would be all in vain. Now I'm awake and I see reality, it wasn't you and I, it was only me.
I'll go bottled blonde, I'll be, again, fragile and skinny. In plastic surgeries I want to waste every penny. I wear makeup until my skin's all messed up. I took thousands of pills until my stomach said stop. I work out until fatigue, I write down every meal. When you say I look better it gives me self esteem. But fear strikes evey time that I get closer to the scale. It scares me that instead of a number it'll show the word whale. I desire to be the prettiest in the land. I long to have the perfect golden tan. Delicate flower for everyone to stare. The magnetic one that has nothing to repair. I want to look radiant, I want to look like a star. My idea of the perfect weight will make me take it too far. But I don't really mind about my health nor my spirit, as long as I'm adored, as long as I have a merit. They only see you if you're pretty, they ignore all the wrong; You may be unstable but you're worthy of a song. And I'm not even concerned, not like someone will notice. No one did the last time but anyway I'll tell you this: I don't care if you find out all the things that I conceal. You can talk all you want, I have nerves of steel.
My mind's full of thoughts I don't want. Sequences, images of things I can never have. It's not about fantasizing about a better life before you get to sleep. It's about dissociating from reality and excessively gritting your teeth. You want and try to stop but in a few seconds you find yourself lost. I can't remember when did it all begin, probably way back before I was even a teen. I want to cut my skin open and get out of my body, leave behind this broken mind. It smothers me, it takes me to the edge, it's eating me alive. I'm losing it. Oh, I'm losing myself. I don't want a way out, I want to be dead. As I write this I'm imagining things. Stop! Someone, rescue me! I'm losing it. Can I go crazy? I think I will. I'll **** myself before it ends me. I'm losing it.
The road is too lonely for this silly town girl. The road is too dangerous for this hidden fine pearl. She has boiling blood and some vivid dreams but she has no one, from most eyes she's unseen. For the past few years she wakes up to survive all by her own surrounded by lies. But she breathes and takes courage to embrace each new day and in a trance she keeps walking to the rhythm of lay lady lay. Nomadic crature, no home, no men. Wanderer enchanter, for how long this life will she stand? Deep down her core she wishes to have a stable surrounding that more than a heartbeat could last. So tonight as she risks her light walking through the road she repeats to the stars her desire, not to be forever so alone.
I idealized you and the possibility of us. I clung to the idea that you were the love of my life. I gave you my heart, my mind and my body. I saw colors in the blackest sky, and every time you rejected me I never asked why. It seemed you didn't care whether you kissed me or not. I had so little from you but even that got me caught. The insecurities exploted inside, so many fears burnt my mind. Please love me, please need me. Don't go, stay with me. I gave you all my fire and yet you were freezing cold. Not feeling your presence hurts, but being with you hurts me more. I thought I could be happy with you, I thought you were sincere but after all this time the aching is still here. Not resentment, not blaming fate. I was blind, it's me who I hate. There was so many red flags, I was so ****** to ignore. And I'm so sorry for wanting something more. Your actions didn't show you could change; for the rest of your life you'll be a cruiser. Oh, poor little fool that I am; how could I fell for such a loser.