Sabor a pintura de labios.

domingo, 16 de agosto de 2009

Sabor a pintura de labios.

El otro día me dieron un libro de Anderson (♥) en el cole. O sea, todo piola, pero la tapa esperanza y felicidad me desesperan/deprimen muchísimo.

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Sparkling gray,
then my own veins.

Any more than a whisper
Any sudden movement of my heart
And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away.

Just get through this day.

Give up your way, you could be anything,
Give up my way, and lose myself,
not today
That's too much guilt to pay

Sickened in the sun
You dare tell me you love me
But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way

You're just so pretty in your pain

Give up my way, and I could be anything
I'll make my own way
Without your senseless
hate...hate...hate...hate

So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good
I can't hear your screams anymore

You lied to me
But I'm older now
And I'm not buying baby
Demanding my response
Don't bother breaking the door down
I found my way out

And you'll never hurt me again.

domingo, 16 de agosto de 2009