5 de Agosto 2007
And in his sorrow a new man was born
You tried so hard to be someone
that you forgot who you are.
You tried to fill some emptiness
'til all you had spilled over.
Now everything's so far away
that you don't know where you are...
You are...
When all that you wanted
and all that you had
don't seem so much
for you to hold on to,
for you to hold on to.
For you to belong to.
When it's hard to be yourself
it's not to be someone else.
Still everything's so far away
that you forget where you are...
You are...
When all that you wanted
and all that you had
don't seem so much
for you to hold on to,
for you to hold on to.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
When all that you wanted
and all that you had
don't seem so much
for you to hold on to,
for you to hold on to,
for you to hold on to...
For you to belong to...
Hold on. Agosto 2007.
Cuando miras ahí fuera y ves que todo es una puta mierda, sientes la necesidad de crear tu propio mundo, aunque sea tan pequeño como tu habitación.
Escrito por Xabier a las 5 de Agosto 2007 a las 08:00 PMAmén
Escrito por Roberto a las 21 de Octubre 2010 a las 09:30 AM