: You may think I'm worng for you You're wrong for me To look at us on paper I would have to agree It coulda been the moonlight couda been the wine The
: Demasiados errores van siendo la causa de tanto dolor, dejando esto en el pasado busco ahora algo mejor / comenzare / Firme y sin miedo / Dispuesto
: No, I don't feel a thing Life's going by me. And still I say, Oh God! I'm making the same mistakes. Low? I'm on empty. Try to erase all the bad
: Rastreando como una hiena bajo la luna llena, tu olor en mi almohada voy corriendo como gacela peinando las parcelas de tu alma despiadada Como las
: It's hard to breath and hard to run when your lungs black and Coughing up blood like, what the fuck happened? Raising my wrist to cancer's the answer
: Half of my mistakes I made stone cold sober Half of my mistakes I made at closing time Half the time I never saw it coming until it was over Yeah,
: Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
: Place in a smile at the perfect event, Gracing your skin with the side of my hand. If I ever leave I could learn to miss you With sentimental boy as
: Just take it back (I feel) they're only words (your hair) we hold the tethers (through my) we're here together (fingers) we paint the night (every
: Empty reasons for my past Excuses do not hold I?m stuck with my affliction An inner perfect storm Why didn?t someone warn me To save me from myself
: No pense qe terminar contigo, iba a costarme tanto qe algun dia iba a encontrarme la horma de mi zapato qe despues de perderte iba a qererte mas qe
: Yeah, on court tous apres le fric, La vie n'est qu'un film ou la mort est le generique, parait que la vie n'est qu'un zeste, la misere me boude, elle
: Come spiccioli di mancia qui sul tavolo di un bar, come pillole d'angoscia prima di cambiar citta, questi vecchi creditori che mi inseguono, oramai
: [Rocky George/Mike Muir] Welcome to the year of the cyco It's been a long, long wait Welcome to a modern blitzkrieg With peace, I can't relate Welcome
: (John Dowland) Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into
: The weight of my mistakes Depends on how I feel Don't let it bring you down The weight of what I say Depends on how you feel But I don't wanna bring
: En los tiempos de Marte habia un bicho cargante Le gustaba sentirse un ?machorron? Y enganaba a su novia con seis amantes. Siempre quise ensenarle
: Handicap yourself by choice and keep the mind confined to the chair with no voice So speak up (you move your lips too slow) And make way to the center
