Monólogo, quizás carente de sentido (a niveles galopantes) como también con algo de sentido en carácter de autoanálisis... y hasta por ahí leerlo y luego darme la cabeza contra el monitor de manera constante.
martes, febrero 15, 2005
Momento retrospectivo (parte 1)
Don't even think about reaching me... I won't be home.
Don't even think about stopping by... (Don't think of me at all).
I did a what I had to do... If there was a reason, it was you.
Oh, don't even think about getting inside... voices in my head... ooh, voices...
I got scratches all over my arms... (One for each day since I fell apart).
I did, oh, what I had to do... If there was a reason it was you.
Footsteps in the hall... (It was you, you...)
Oh, pictures on my chest... (It was you. It was you...).
I did a what I had to do
Oh, and if there was a reason... there wasn't no reason. no.
And if there's something you'd like to do... just let me continue to blame you.
A footsteps in the hall... (It was you, you...)
Oh, pictures on my chest... (It was you, you...).
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todo en ingles... todo en ingles :(
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