sábado, 15 de enero de 2011

Stand by you.

I'm your biggest and, sometimes, your only fan.

I should have known.

Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame.
Maybe it's you and your sick need to give love and take it away.
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand...
And I'll look back and regret, how I ignored when they said: run as fast as you can.


I see it all now that you are gone.

Fue un placer.

And I'll spend forever, wondering if you know that,
I was enchanted to meet you.

O se irá...

Todo empieza,
todo empieza y todo tiene un final.
Hay que pensar, que la tristeza también
se va.

Please, don't


Come on, come on. Don't live me like this, I thought I had you figured out.  Can't breathe whenever you are gone. Can't turn back now. I'm haunted.