“Niña, adolescente, los libros me salvaron de la desesperación; eso me ha persuadido de que la cultura es el más alto de los valores, y no logro considerar esta convicción con mirada crítica.”

sábado, 3 de enero de 2009

My thoughts yu can´t Decode..


How can I decide what’s right?

when you’re clouding up my mind

I can’t win your losing fight,

all the time...

How can I ever own what’s mine,

when you’re always taking sides

But you won’t take away my pride,

no not this time...

Not this time…

How did we get here?

When I used to know you so well

But how did we get here?

I think I know...


The truth is hiding in your eyes

and its hanging on your tongue

Just put it in my blood

but you think that I cant see


What kind of man that you are,

if you’re a man at all...

Well I will figure this out

on my own

(I’m screaming i love you so)

on my own

(my thoughts you can’t decode)


How did we get here

when I used to know you so well

But how did we get here

I think I knew you so well...


Do you see...? what we’ve done...?

We’re gonna make such fools

of ourselves...

Do you see...? what we’ve done...?

We’re gonna make such fools

of ourselves...


How did we get here??

when I used to know you so well

But how did we get here

I think I knew you so well...


I think I know...

I think I Know...

There is something

I see in you

It might kill me

But I want it to be true...

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