ahora si estoy bien aburrido no me hagan caso
esto es solo el lado de Juan que todo el mundo conoce
es triste ocultar el poeta que existe adentro
el quiere pintar el mundo de colores nunca antes
vistos con tan solo decir una palabra. Y ahora el nunca regresara
el ha muerto soy yo el unico recuerdo que permanecera en el
conocimiento de la gente.
Alguien entiende lo que digo estoy ido no estoy aqui te quiero
y es dificil decirlo, porque tu y yo sabemos que detras de ese te quiero
hay mas. que puede llegar a ser un ...
adios...?
"They won't see, the fire you have lit inside of me. They look up, to the sky and wonder where you might be. They look up, without realizing they're standing in the palm of your land. I can't explain or understand. I just love you..."
About Me
Friday, January 02, 2009
This is nothing just blah
I want to just run out the door and never come back
this hurts what you're doing to me. There is no doubt
my heart's been torn out in cold blood. I thought I
had forgotten every feeling I had about her ghost.
I wish I should have, then maybe reading her letters
wouldn't have hurt so much. Seeing her face in my hands
was like stabbing her in the chest.
this hurts what you're doing to me. There is no doubt
my heart's been torn out in cold blood. I thought I
had forgotten every feeling I had about her ghost.
I wish I should have, then maybe reading her letters
wouldn't have hurt so much. Seeing her face in my hands
was like stabbing her in the chest.
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