miércoles, 22 de septiembre de 2010

I'm with you


I'm standing on the bridge,

I'm waiting in the dark,

I thought that you'd be here, by now.

There's nothing but the rain.

No footsteps on the ground.

I'm listening, but there's no sound.

Isn't anyone trying to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night !

Trying to figure out this life.

Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?

I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you.

I'm with you...

I'm looking for a place,

I'm searching for a face,

Is anybody here? I know.

'Cause nothing's going right,

And everything's a mess,

And no one likes to be alone.

Isn't anyone trying to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night !

Trying to figure out this life.

I won't see you take me by the hand,

Take me somewhere new...

I don't know who you are but I... I'm with you

I'm with you...

Yeah.

Oh, Why is everything so confusing?

Maybe I'm just tired of my mind.


It's a damn cold night,

Trying to figure out this life !

Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?

I don't know who you are but I... I'M WITH YOU

I'M WITH YOU

Take me by the hand, take me somewhere new.

I don't know who you are, but I...

I'm with you, I'm with you

Take me by the hand, take me somewhere new.

Don't know who you are, but I...

I'm with you,

Oh,

I'm with you,

I'm with you...


Song: I'm with you, by Avril Lavigne

lunes, 20 de septiembre de 2010

miércoles, 15 de septiembre de 2010

domingo, 12 de septiembre de 2010

viernes, 10 de septiembre de 2010

I get to the point of not knowing if there's something wrong with me or with the rest of the world.
I don't know if I'm too weird or if they just too normal.
Sick of who I am? Never.
Sick of how the rest see me? Oh, yeah!
I know I may look silly or anormal, I like it, seriously... But sometimes I wish other people understood it.
WHY? Why should it hurt?
Why isn't there an easy way to grow up?
Why should I grow up?
It's like being punished but commited no crime.
I'm just sick of this.
The most beautiful age? Yeah, sure.
Tell that to someone who may want to believe you.
JUST ANOTHER BIG LIE.

sábado, 4 de septiembre de 2010

¡ARGH!

Y así se repite la historia.
Caigo soñando, pero jamás aprendo.
¿Qué puedo decir?
¿Qué me arrepiento de ser así?
No puedo, no me arrepiento.
¿Qué debería intentar dejarlo?
¿Y para qué? Es una de esas cosas que estan en la escondida lista de imposibles.
Tan solo puedo repetirme "No sueñes más" para luego olvidarlo y correr hacia mi vicio mortal.
¿Y a mi?
¿Qué es lo que me queda?