Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

agosto 18, 2009

Una más y no jodemos más!

I don't have plans and schemes
And I don't have hopes and dreams
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you

And I don't have fond desires
And I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you

Happiness and I guess
I never will again
When you walked out on me
In walked ol' misery
And he's been here since then
Yeah, we're fucked!

I don't have love to share
And I don't have one who cares
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.