Algún día tenía que asumir la realidad. Si quererte a ti es jodido, imagínate cómo es querer a mí misma. Y aquí sigo, intentandolo. Al menos yo no voy a desaparecer nunca de mi lado.
He dejado las copas, he dejado las cervezas, he dejado el tinto y la más minina adicción, grita tu nombre.
Looking out my window an angel in robes
ResponderEliminarAppeared and nearly pulled me apart
A million miles of freedom, a million miles of road
But I still don't know where to start
She wrote her number down, and she gave it to me
They had to scrape me off the floor
In this transient town, waiters and dealers
Trying to get their foot in the door...