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Otra canción que cantaría a gritos
Comatose
I hate feeling like this
I'm so tired of trying to fight this
I'm asleep and all I dream of
Is waking to you
Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you
Comatose
I'll never wake up without an overdose of you
[Chorus:]
I don't wanna live ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
-You keep putting useless words inside your mouth. I do care, but I can't help it.
-...
-Even though I try to find an explanation, I just... find... nothing.
-Tal vez, necesitan tiempo.
-Seriously? The words are still there, you know. They keep muttering them.
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-The only answer I've found is that I still feel left out. No way around it, ( Read more... ) -
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Me dan ganas de cantar esta canción a todo pulmón ( Read more... ) -
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Don't even know what to write, I just felt the necsssity to upload, o.o ( Read more... ) -
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Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
I don’t wanna ever love another
You’ll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder. -
Venting-
I'm 20 years old, how come I still have to ask you for permission to make my own decisions ( Read more... ) -
Clases día 1
En fin, de vuelta a la rutina, de vuelta al Lenguas, de vuelta a las amigas, de vuelta a los viernes de 8 a 17:40 (eaaa!), de vuelta a los compañeros molestos, de vuelta a viejos conocidos, de vuelta a la cantina de Willy, de vuelta a la falta de vida, de vuelta a mi mochila de Snoopy (y adiós a la de MCR llena de pins-aunque durará hasta la semana ( Read more... ) -
Casualidades?
No era suficiente pensar en él las 24 hs del día, escuchar su nombre (o derivaciones del mimso) en todas partes e incluso leerlo (tenía que ser tb un verbo, no?), ver constantemente videos de las bandas que a él le gustan, hacer chistes malos como él, relacionar cada canción que escucho con algún recuerdo suyo y etc de cosas ( Read more... ) -
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I´m unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen
I seem to lose the power of speech
You´re slipping slowly from my reach
You grow me like an evergreen
You´ve never seen the lonely me at all
-siempre me pasó: con una parte me relaciono completamente, y la otra... simplemente, no.
A ver si puedo inspirarme un poco y terminar ese