martes, 25 de mayo de 2010

... 1... 365...

So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh...

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

CHORUS
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh


It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh


oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh...

sábado, 22 de mayo de 2010

somebody told me something that I can´t understand

o no quiero entender.
No se donde está el limite de lo que puedo llegar a entender o lo que no quiero llegar a entender...
En el momento pienso lo que puedo decir y despues pienso lo queria decir... a donde queria llegar, lo cual no llegue.
A veces es dificil crear oraciones adecuadas para conectar lo que siento-lo que pienso, pero algo es claro, estan en total desacuerdo y a hasta a veces tan pero tan distantes que puedo hacer que uno de los 2 quede a la luz y el otro no se vea. Es algo, a veces, frustrarnte el no entender bien porque lo hago. He ahi mi problema. No poder expresarme de la manera mas correcta, ni actuar, ni mostrar como de verdad es la cosa y asi termina la cosa con que no parece que haga ni una mierda bien... completamente subestimado ( por demasiados y en muchos casos distintos )

miércoles, 12 de mayo de 2010

drawing board- Mest! (L)

I can recall only this one time
This kind of control the girl had on my mind
I'm falling deep,
I can't get out
I've never acted this way before

I spent days and nights in my bedroom
Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you
Write a song a day but she won't like it anyway
Back to the drawing board
With the words you've heard a million times before

Feeling alone, and she's on my mind
Try to erase all the pain from that time
She's breaking up, and I'm breaking down
Now I'm headed out of this fucked up town

I spent days and nights in my bedroom
Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you
Write a song a day but she won´t like it anyway
Back to the drawing board
With the words you´ve heard a million times before

So love me, so I can be myself again
Now hate me, so things seem normal in my head
I'm trying, to break away this ball and chain
Now hate me, so things seem normal in my head
Things seem normal in my head

I spent days and nights in my bedroom
Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you
I spent days and nights in my bedroom
Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you
Write a song a day but she won't like it anyway
Back to the drawing board
With the words you've heard a million times before
In your head
I am dead


...
no se, algo queria subir

domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010

If I told you that I love you... whould it matter at all?