
Again and angain
Acordarme, recuerdos, sucesos que me hacen ser quien soy, el contarlos me saca un peso de encima, recibir todos los concejos, que la gente me entienda, comprenda mi estado, comprenda por lo cual lloro, por lo cual vivo , por lo cual sueño y sigo viva…
Esperanza, dicen que es lo último que se pierde, creo que eso es una verdad universal hasta la muerte... (:
Y me acorde de esa vez, esa primera vez, película al revés que describes esa vez.
Perfectamente narrada la imperfecta tarde, aquí en noche con cámaras y mas animales alrededor, por lo menos en mi selva las manadas lejanas se encontraban o eso hacían entender las inmensas lagunas de mis prados pequeños, todo se veía tan diferente, todo tan inimaginable, todo tan rápido, todo estaba lleno de nada…
R.I.P
In just one single song
I can't put how I feel in a package
And sell it back to everyone
But wait There's another boy genius whose fucking gone
I hope the food tastes better in heaven
I know there's lots of rad queer boys up there
I hope everytime they talk to you
They know that they're lucky to be your friend
Cuz look
There's another boy genius whose fucking gone
And I wouldn't be so fucking mad so fucking
Pissed off if it wasn't so fucking wrong
It's all fucking wrongIt's not fair- It's not fair
It's not fair
But no one said life was easy
Yeah, but no one said-on one said
Nothings supposed to happen, right?
No, no one told me anything
To prepare me for fucking this
There's another boy genius whose fucking gone
Don't tell me it doesn't matter
Don't tell me it doesn't matter
Don't tell me I've had three days to get over it
It won't go away
It just won''t go away