jueves, 29 de marzo de 2012
sábado, 24 de marzo de 2012
'Cause in her eyes love is no longer justified.
Un minuto de silencio por todas aquellas conversaciones que duraban horas y ahora sólo duran minutos directamente no duran.
miércoles, 21 de marzo de 2012
Y en mitad de un "te quiero" me olvidó.
"Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere, but one last time let's go there."
See somehow I can't believe you, I don't want to face the truth remembering how did we reach this point, how did I become your overnight mistake to forget. I can't understand how, one day, I decided you could be the perfect item I was lacking in my life, and the worse of all, how I am now unable to remove it from heart and soul. Last night, listening to The Killers' "All these things that I've done", I heard Mr Flowers mentioning some weird phrase such as "Time cure hearts", I now suppose I should listen again and trust him.
"Y ahora estás en mi lista de promesas a olvidar. Todo arde si le aplicas la chispa adecuada."
domingo, 11 de marzo de 2012
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
Solo me quejo de tu indiferencia y quiero llorar por lo que fue.
¿Y ahora quien vuelve a contar estrellas que no brillarán?
"Now you're just somebody that I used to know."
martes, 6 de marzo de 2012
Too much pa'l body.
She was only young and old,
a pure perception of the world,
until the day her faith in love came crashing down.
Slow, slow.
She didn't know what she've done wrong,
she thought your love for her was strong,
she thought your love for her was strong,
she never thought trusting you would come crashing down.
Those lies you told,
still haunt her soul,
still haunt her soul,
even though she tries to hide what she's feeling.
And you'll never know
the pain in all the things she's trying to fight 'till this day.
Why, tell me why?
Does love say good bye.
But hold on,
and you don't understand even though you left her,
she'll never forget ya,
'cause you gave her that invisible scar.
Now she's old enough to know
the things ain't always as they show,
a life isn't made of fairytales,
no, no, no.
And every boy that passes by,
she doesn't even care to try,
’cause in her eyes love is no longer justified, no.
Those lies you told,
still haunt her soul,
even though she tries to hide what she's feeling.
And you'll never know
the pain in all the things she's trying to fight 'till this day.
Why, tell me why?
Does love say good bye.
But hold on,
and you don't understand even though you left her,
she'll never forget ya,
'cause you gave her that invisible scar.
Time always goes so fast,
so don't you let the moment pass,
’cause you might never get the chance again,
and all she wants is to be loved,
to share a smile with you because,
’cause you're the only man she's ever dreamed upon.
Why, tell me why?
Does love say good bye.
But hold on,
and you don't understand even though you left her,
she'll never forget ya,
'cause you gave her that invisible scar.
Why, tell me why?
Does love say good bye.
But hold on,
and you don't understand even though you left her,
she'll never forget ya,
'cause you gave her that invisible scar.
sábado, 3 de marzo de 2012
I'm 99% sure you don't love me, but it's that 1% that keeps me going.
Todo se acaba, dijiste mirándome que ya no estábamos juntos.
Esto es así, con corazones fríos no hay que jugarse nada.
And my lips , they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to; and my eyes don't recognise you no more.
Nothing is infinite, but everything leaves a mark.
sábado, 18 de febrero de 2012
All the things you said, they were never true, never true.
Before you say goodbye
leave the bourbon on the shelf
and I'll drink it by myself
and I love you endlessly,
and I love you endlessly,
darling don't you see I'm not satisfied
until I hold you tight.
Give me one more chance tonight
and I swear I'll make it right,
and I swear I'll make it right,
but you ain't got time for this
and that wreckin' bell is ringin',
and I'm not satisfied
until I hold you.
and that wreckin' bell is ringin',
and I'm not satisfied
until I hold you.
martes, 14 de febrero de 2012
Lo peor del amor es hacer gilipolleces que atentan contra uno mismo.
Locuras de ladIEs.
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
vodka is cheaper than a dinner for two.
sábado, 4 de febrero de 2012
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?
And doesn't it feel peculiar that everyone wants a little more.
I need some love like I've never needed love before.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
jueves, 2 de febrero de 2012
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