En un mundo fabricado por tu ausencia
Se observan en silencio todo y las miradas se cruzan
Ya hace muchos tiempo ya, en respectiva el recuerdo sigue vivo
Pensaba que el mismo lo curaba todo, un mito para los moribundos
Esos recuerdos se convierten en la gasolina que enciende las fotos memoriales
Y lo pensé mas de dos veces para incinerar
Quiero que se aclaren varias cosas porque al parecer nunca me conociste tu a mi
Que el pasado no importa, está hecho y no se puede rehacer
Solo en sueños escucho tu voz y mi presencia te molesta
Tristes sueños los mios que no se pueden mandar a desvanecer
No se por qué me odias tanto, es una drama construída en neuronas púrpuras
Me pregunto si me encuentras en las tuyas...
Cuando eso pasa me despierto con un nudo en la garganta
Y un mar de sal se derrama en mis ojos
Que malo es sufrir de los efectos secundarios de una falsedad
Que malo es sentirse menos y no merecedor paralelamente
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Nothing's gonna change my world
Falling again hard
This feeling is like a drug, I keep wanting more
Not directed towards a person but towards a state of mind
Nothing will get to me, no one will do me harm
And it's the best feeling in the world
So high in the sky yet so planted on the ground
Nothing will change me now
Too pure for those blackened souls
Too optimistic to let a nobody disturb this
Too bright for this dark world...
I'm having fun here
The kind of fun you enjoy by yourself but even more in good company
So who wants to join me?
This feeling is like a drug, I keep wanting more
Not directed towards a person but towards a state of mind
Nothing will get to me, no one will do me harm
And it's the best feeling in the world
So high in the sky yet so planted on the ground
Nothing will change me now
Too pure for those blackened souls
Too optimistic to let a nobody disturb this
Too bright for this dark world...
I'm having fun here
The kind of fun you enjoy by yourself but even more in good company
So who wants to join me?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Ying to my Yang
First hours as I transverse the everyday lanes of my life
And I wonder if only I care about the skies and how they transform everyday
The sun is a spill of brilliant mercury looking out through curious clouds
The heavenly spotlighting of it's reflections falling gently on this wretched earth
Making us feel more special; giving us the attention we so desperately crave but ignore
And any bright day may turn to darkness just as quickly
It is up to oneself to keep it from consuming us
Is it up to oneself to protect the candle in our hearts from the worldly winds
But I will lend you my light even tho you don't want such things from me
Because you need it and I want your happiness forever
And I wonder if only I care about the skies and how they transform everyday
The sun is a spill of brilliant mercury looking out through curious clouds
The heavenly spotlighting of it's reflections falling gently on this wretched earth
Making us feel more special; giving us the attention we so desperately crave but ignore
And any bright day may turn to darkness just as quickly
It is up to oneself to keep it from consuming us
Is it up to oneself to protect the candle in our hearts from the worldly winds
But I will lend you my light even tho you don't want such things from me
Because you need it and I want your happiness forever
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