Miles away from Earth and thirty seconds to Mars
domingo, 28 de noviembre de 2010
jueves, 2 de septiembre de 2010
miércoles, 1 de septiembre de 2010
jueves, 26 de agosto de 2010
Sometimes I look at my own face and I don't know who I am. I see a piece of everyone I know buried underneath my skin. I don't want to be like them, I want to crawl back in... It's hard to think of anything that I haven't heard before. I hear the voices in my head and they could be mine but... I'm not sure, I hear them telling me who they think I should be. Why won't they leave me alone? I can't deny it and I try to fight it but I'm losing control.
Don't want to lose my innocence
Don't want the world second guessing my heart ,won't let your lies take a piece of my soul
Don't want to take your fucking medicine
Don't want to lose my innocence
Don't want the world second guessing my heart ,won't let your lies take a piece of my soul
Don't want to take your fucking medicine
Sometimes I lie
Sometimes I crawl
Sometimes I feel like I want to die
Sometimes I crawl
Sometimes I feel like I want to die
I want to crawl back in
lunes, 23 de agosto de 2010
martes, 20 de julio de 2010
domingo, 18 de julio de 2010
miércoles, 14 de julio de 2010
Bellow it out with all the breath in my lungs. Apologize for all that I've done. You did a number on me and a fantastic job. In the scheme of all things we never felt. When your hearts been breached and your guards been let down; You've rotten and spoiled me into the ground and a good mess forgives all the rest we allow ...Unhearted
viernes, 9 de julio de 2010

She's got a target painted on her back and keeps a list of the qualities a good girl lacks.
She bites her lip and tips her bottle, I take a drink cause the truth is hard to swallow.
I live a lifestyle full of first impressions. She's got her hands full of unhealthy obsessions.
She bites my lip, I'm sure to follow. We take a drink to the guilty and the hollow.
Her heart beats red wine, My toxic valentine
She lays her halo on her pillow that used to be mine.
jueves, 8 de julio de 2010
sábado, 3 de julio de 2010
miércoles, 30 de junio de 2010
domingo, 23 de mayo de 2010
lunes, 17 de mayo de 2010
sábado, 8 de mayo de 2010

¿Quieres saber de qué son estas cicatrices? Mi padre era un alcohólico y un animal. Y una noche se le fue la olla más de lo normal. Mi madre cogió un cuchillo de cocina para defenderse. A él no le hizo ninguna gracia. Ninguna. Y, delante de mis narices, le clavó el cuchillo, a la vez que se reía. Y se volvió hacia mí y me preguntó, ¿por qué tan serio? Vino hacia mí con el cuchillo. ¿Por qué tan serio? Y me metió la hoja en la boca. Vamos a dibujarte una sonrisa en esa cara. Y... ¿por qué estás tan serio?
martes, 4 de mayo de 2010
domingo, 2 de mayo de 2010
domingo, 25 de abril de 2010
I won't believe you anymore
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