Second Part.

On the first page of our story the future seemed so bright. Then this thing turned out so evil, I don't know why I'm still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes. But you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie. Now there's gravel in our voices, glass is shattered from the fight. In this tug of war, you'll always win even when I'm right. Cause you feed me fables from your hand with violent words and empty threats, and it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie. So maybe I'm a masochist, I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave. Til the walls are goin' up in smoke with all our memories. This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face. Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction. Hush baby, speak softly, tell me “I'll be sorry”. That you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me. Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me. Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy. Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me. Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me. Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky. Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills, You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'? I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count. But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain. Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counsellin'. This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it with you I'm in my fuckin' mind, without you, I'm out it.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, but that's all right because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, but that's all right because I love the way you lie. I love the way you lie.

Yo sé lo que la gente piensa.

Mi paraíso express

Que linda semana, llena de espectáculos :)

Estoy taan feeeeeeliz,

Chicago que la tenía pendiente hace tiempo ya.

Estuvo increíble!

Y Ale, sin palabras. Impresionante, lo disfrute muchísimo. Me ibas matando con cada tema, vos sabes que me podes jaja. Me dejaste sin voz, (no voy a poder gritar por un tiempo jaja), y por poco sin lagrimas, lo que se puede llegar a sentir con una canción tuya es increíble. No haría falta ni que aclare que hiciste un excelente show, como cada año! Te admiro mucho ♥ Ya es como que necesito verte devuelta, YA ! jaja

· La mayoría son fotos que saque, otras son que tenia en la compu.

Tú no tienes la culpa

Sigo pensando en ti como en las olas del mar que se envuelven en sí mismas y se olvidan de nadar. Sigo esperando el día para verte despertar. Tú me das la luz. Quiero mirar tus ojos que me saben perdonar, y mi alma se hace añicos solo oírte respirar. Tú le das sentido a todo incluso a esta oscuridad. Tú eres luz. Tú no tienes la culpa de las cosas que duelen, tú me haces bello el retorno y das sentido a lo que viene. Tú no tienes culpa, ni yo. Me has entregado versos que ni el cielo podrá, me has llamado con la fuerza de la voz del huracán. Tú me has abrazado cuando todo andaba mal. Tú me diste luz. Tú me diste calma y me la enseñaste a usar. Tú trajiste lunas nuevas, nuevecitas a este mar. Yo prendí en tu pelo un alfiler de libertad, porque eres tú. Tú no tienes la culpa de las cosas que no valen. Tú me haces bello el retorno y eres más bella que nadie. Tú no tienes la culpa si te pierdes el baile. Tú me haces bello el desastre, si quisieras perdonarme. Yo no tengo razones pero me da coraje. No quiero que te roce ni un solo fleco de este aire. Tú no tienes la razón, ni esta canción, ni yo.

Mañana.