In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh, it has begun. Oh dear, you look so lost.. Eyes are red and tears are shed, this world you must've crossed, you said. You don't know me, you don't even care. You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains. Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across an open field where flowers gaze at you. They're not the only ones who cry when they see you. She said I think I'll go to Boston. I think I'll start a new life, I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name. I think I'll go to Boston, I think that I'm just tired. I think I need a new town to leave this all behind... I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset.
You learn a thing or two about getting lost when nobody's trying to find you
Los vídeos cutres con fotos deprorables. Delicatessen.
A city sparkles in the night, how can it glow so bright? The neighborhoods surround the soft florescent light. Designer skyline in my head, abstract and still well-read. You went from numbered lines to buildings overhead.
Yesterday I went for a walk by myself. I felt I needed it, so I took my bag of dinosaurs, my pride and my sillyness for an idle walk. At first I was desperate, but then I realize that every step I took was a step further from my sadness. I've rarely found myself, but this time I did. I looked inside me, and took every bad though and buried it within the autumn leaves that laid under my feet. I walked into the very darkness, but I wasn't afraid. I knew I could, I knew I only had to believe in myself. Yeah, me, the unconfident one. But this time I felt the most confident person living on Earth. I have my own fears, my insecurities, my existance troubles, all my fucking shit. But now I face things in a very different way. Hey, but that doesn't mean that my feelings have changed at all. Fall, this strange season. Actually, I love autumn. I love when it's cold outside, because that means I can wear my hats. It's always cold when coincidences happen. And that's what I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the coincidence of my life. I love when it's cold outside. Hope the colder it gets the better the coincidence gets.
Sleepless nights and endless songs, that linger on my mind while your face appears and takes seat. The fear of letting you go, and losing another huge part of myself. Something in the way you smile, that melts my heart in seconds. Wish I could see that smile again, and, why not, kiss those lips again. Till then I'll wish them secretly, hoping some day you'll come back and pick me up. Oh, and, by the way, Happy Birthday.
When you're walking down town do you wish I was there? Do you wish it was me? With the windows clear and the mannequins' eyes, do they all look like mine? You know you could. I wish you would. Come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal my records. Screw all my friends behind my back with a smile on your face, and then do it again. I wish you would
When your mind is a mess so is mine. I can't sleep cause it hurts when I think. My thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make, chances we take, they're not yours and not mine. There's waves that can break all the words that we say and the words that we mean. Words can fall short, can't see the unseen, cause the world is awake. For somebody's sake now, please close your eyes, woman, please get some sleep. And know that if I knew all of the answers I would not hold them from, you'd know all the things that I'd know. We told each other, there is no other way. Well, too much silence can be misleading. You're drifting, I can hear it in the way that your breathing. We don't really need to find a reason, cause out the same door that it came, well it's leaving. Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season. Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves. But at least we can sleep, its all that we need. When we wake we will find our minds will be free to go to sleep.
Y yo que te quise tanto y durante tanto puto tiempo que fui el poeta nocturno del sufrimiento, el verdadero enviado de amor incierto. Hoy me has desterrado del prado y vivo en desierto, soy el pecado del muerto. Y sin tu amor, solo sé niña que muero por dentro. Pero... A bajo cero, así escribe mi lapicero. Soy el epitafio del vacío amor verdadero. Me desespero, por mísero efímero miedo. Mi corazón prisionero, muere entre el hielo por un sincero te quiero. Muero por ti cada vez que no te siento, juro que tu amor fue mi aliento. Y es tu veneno para mí solo una excusa, mas sin el jamás te hubiese merecido como musa. Seré aquel blues que indague bajo tu blusa, seré poesía que ansia una rima intrusa. Dime... Es imposible dejar de pensar en ella. Con el corazón tan roto como el reino de Pompeya. La lava no me deja respirar y estoy muriendo entre las garras del deseo de no tenerte, mi reina.
Y yo aquí como un tonto, leyendo los mensajes que escribiste cuando me querías tanto. Tanto que el amor se fue lento... Lento... Lento...
Como olvidar, al amor que se va... Porque tu nombre quedo en el eco, y se repite aunque no te tengo. No te siento y muero...
Después de tanto buscarte, de repartir el dolor entre mi alma asfixiante, de entre el odiarte y quererte, entre el amor que te tuve y el no querer ni verte. Y aunque mi amor es por siempre, mi dolor es continuo y mi fracaso evidente, y mi delirio constante. La presión que soporto es el aborto del arte. No soy un fiera, de veras, ni me soporto siquiera. Soy un maldito maldito, siempre recito en la acera. Grito y repito en mi esfera, vivo a la espera de un grito. Todo lo escrito es bendito, solo vomito mi estela, es mi inquietud exagerada. Sí, mi virtud es tener mil defectos, ¿y qué más te da?Te he regalado mi vida , mi vida entera. Has hecho pedazos mi pobre alma canastera. Pero dime por qué tú me dices adiós, yo que jamás había creído en un dios... Da igual, total, mi alma al cantar quizás, se recupere así del mal.
Y yo aquí como un tonto, leyendo los mensajes que escribiste cuando me querías tanto. Tanto que el amor se fue lento... Lento... Lento...
Seriously, guys: Stop digging in other people's life. It's not cool, it's not funny, it's not fair, and it's definitely not right. So what's the point? You just can't judge from what you see, and it is not your right to judge anybody, it's not your place. It's OK to make mistakes, and the only thing to do is to fix it, or just skip ahead. But when they're not your mistakes, and they don't even have any type of impact on your life, just let it go. Don't try to manipulate people like they were puppets. They actually have a life, and they are the ones that move their own threds. Maybe you don't like it, but you're not the one to judge. Now, please, step aside.
