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 10, 2010

Escape


Why can’t you just love me? Why be such a monster?
You bully from a distance. Your brain needs some assistance.

But I’ll still take all the blame 'cause you and me are both one and the same.
And it's driving me mad. And it's driving me mad.
I’ll take back all the things that I said, I didn't realise I was always talking to the living dead.

And I don’t want you to think that I care
I never would, I never could
Again

You would say anything, you would try anything
To escape your meaningless and your insignificance.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.