Cápsula Del Tiempo De Lo Que Habita En Una Mente... (O el lóbulo izquierdo cuando está beodo de sentires...que es más o menos lo mismo)

Sin City



Tech Romance *

Scene 1 Take 1
I'm sick of seeing you cry/And wasting all your time /On someone who will never care enough /To make you feel loved /To make you feel safe/ I would drop my life to take his place / To show you just how good/ Being touched could be /Commit these words to memory

For when you find yourself /Pinned under his demands/ I am still an option that you have / So carry me around /Like a picture in your purse /Pull me out when things are at their worst/ You can show up at my house /Completely unannounced/ We'll have that movie kiss we talked about / Where there are no words /Just a soft and gentle score /Our ears will ring from all the strings /
Scene 1 Take 2


We'll let the screen go black /And watch the credits run /And see the names of every one /

Who we ever met /And who we ever missed /Each one had a role in this / It's just another film that won't get made

I'm sick of seeing you cry...

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Esto no es un diario ni un semanal ni un mensual… Es una recopilación de lo que habita en un cerebro, en este caso el mío.