Turn the page and it’s the scoop of the century
Don’t wanna be l seven I had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
Tell me why you cant explain
You’re only looking for vinyl yeah
Didn’t they fool you they wanna be you

Gimme world war 3 we can live again
You didn’t fool me but I fooled you
You wanna be me yeah you wanna be me
You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone
Yeah, didn’t I fool you I ruined you yeah
Didn’t I fool you I sussed you out

I got you in the camera and I got you in my camera
A second of your life ruined for life
You wanna ruin me in your magazine
You wanna cover us in margarine
And now is the time to realize to have real eyes.

Down down down down and I’ll take you down on the underground
Down in the dark and down in the crypt
Down in the dark where the typewriter fit
Down with your pen and pad ready to kill to make me ill
Down wanna be someone wanna be someone
Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me
A typewriuter God a black and white king
Pvc blackboard books black and white
I wanna be me.

Amo esta foto, la amo ♥ jajaj. 

HELLO THERE, THE ANGEL FROM MY NIGHTMARE

THE SHADOW IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE MORGUE

THE UNSUSPECTING VICTIM OF DARKNESS IN THE VALLEY

WE CAN LIVE LIKE JACK AND SALLY IF WE WANT

WHERE YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND ME

WE´LL HAVE HALLOWEEN ON CHRISTMAS

AND IN THE NIGHT WE´LL WISH THIS NEVER ENDS

WE´LL WISH THIS NEVER ENDS

I Miss You, Miss you

I Miss You, Miss You

WHERE ARE YOU AND I´M SO SORRY

I CANNOT SLEEP, I CANNOT DREAM TONIGHT

I NEED SOMEBODY AND ALWAYS

THIS SICK STRANGE DARKNESS

COMES CREEPING ON SO HAUNTING EVERY TIME

AND AS I STARED I COUNTED

WEBS FROM ALL THE SPIDERS

CATCHING THINGS AND EATING THEIR INSIDES

LIKE INDECISION TO CALL YOU

AND HEAR YOUR VOICE OF TREASON

WILL YOU COME HOME AND STOP THIS PAIN TONIGHT

STOP THIS PAIN TONIGHT

DON´T WASTE YOUR TIME ON ME YOU´RE ALREADY

THE VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD, I MISS YOU, MISS YOU

DON´T WASTE YOUR TIME ON ME YOU´RE ALREADY

THE VOICE INSIDE MY HEAD, I MISS YOU, MISS YOU

When i talk about it,
it carries on
reasons only knew
when i talk about it
aries or treasons
all renew
big me to talk about it
i could stand to prove
if we can get around it
i know that it's true
when i talked about it
carried on
reasons only knew
but it's you i fell into
well i talked about it
put it on
never was it true
but it's you i fell into. 

Foo Fighters - Big me. 

Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin

Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me

We're goin down, but not our love

Death don't seem so bad, when I'm with you

My only love, so close your eyes

Kiss me one last time, 

We're gonna die, but not our love, not our love.

NOFX-Falling in Love

"Me está gustando un chico que anda en bicicleta con pantalones cortos camisa y camiseta, yo le tiro un beso, el me lo devuelve, me hago la enojada, me ensierro en mi cuarto, prendo la tele, y canto está canción" NUNCA EN TODA MI PUTA VIDA, entendí ese juego, que jugaba ( pocas veces, porque NO LO ENTENDIA ) cuando era chica, siempre supuse que le faltaba algo o que estaba mal. jajaj, Y ahora que busco en internet y leo, la mayoría lo cantaba así :

"Me esta gustando un chico que anda en bicicleta con pantalones cortos, camisa y camiseta, yo le tiro un beso el me tira 2 y yo muy enojada le canto esta cancion: Milanesa napolitana cucaracha reventada si te ries o te mueves te daré una cachetada y de paso una patada"

Ahora es mas razonable, aunque todavía no encuentro el sentido de que diga, "Milanesa napolitana, cucaracha reventada", pero bué, son asi, son juegos de chicas. Y se van pasando de boca en boca parece que lo mío fué un "Telefono descompuesto". jajaja,

Cold hard bitch,

Gotta leave town

Got another appointment

Spent all my rent

Girl you know I enjoyed it

Ain't gonna hang around till there's nobody dancing

I don't wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans, alright!

Cold hard bitch

Just a kiss on the lips

And I was on my knees

I'm waiting, give me

Cold hard bitch

She was shakin' her hips

That's all that I need

Gonna check her out

She's my latest attraction

Gonna hang around

Wanna get a reaction

Gonna take her home cause she's over romancing

Don't wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans alright!

Cold hard bitch

Just a kiss on the lips

And I was on my knees

I'm waiting give me

Cold hard bitch

She was shakin' her hips

And I that was all that I need

I'm waiting give me

Cold hard bitch

Just a kiss on the lips

And I was on my knees

Yeah I'm waiting

Yeah I'm waiting

Yeah I'm waiting

Yeah I'm waiting

Cold hard bitch

Just a kiss on the lips

And I was on my knees

I'm waiting give me

Cold hard bitch

She was shakin' her hips

And I was all that I need

I'm waiting give me

Cold hard bitch

Just a kiss on the lips

And I was on my knees

I'm waiting give me 

Every memory of looking out the back door 

I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor, 

it's hard to say 

it's time to say it, 

goodbye, goodbye...

Promise Yourself.
   
To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.
To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.
To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.

Christian D. Larson. 

TwentyoneGuns.

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away?
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms

Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and IWhen you're at the end of the road

And you lost all sense of control

And you're thoughts have taken their toll

When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass

And the hangover doesn't pass

Nothing's ever built to last

You're in ruins.

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I
Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone.

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something side this heart has died
You're in ruins


One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,
You and I

Felíz día para los enamorados ♥
(Y especialmente feliz día para los productores que utilizan este día para hacer marketing, en fin, son los mas felices el 14 de febrero ).

Pequeñita.♥

Dr. :

"-Hola qué tal?, puede sentarse. Cómo se encuentra?

-No sé como explicarlo... es algo extraño, lo había sentido ya, pero últimamente... está presente en mi cada vez más seguido. Es un dolor que proviene del pecho, como si una fuerza superior lo estuviera oprimiendo.

- ya veo... y se desplaza?

-Sí, hasta el estómago, como si quisiera vomitar, sacar todo de adentro, para que se vaya esa molestia y luego, hacia mi rostro... Comienza a salir agua de mis ojos, mi cara se vuelve colorada y los músculos de mi boca se tencionan, quiero sonreír y no puedo.

- Cuanto dura ese proceso, aproximadamente?

- No le sabría decir, generalmente es hasta que me seco. Hasta que no encuentro razón para seguir así. Después, me siento con un peso menos, liviana, como si jamás hubiese estado mal.

- Ya veo.. creo que puede estar relacionado con algo psíquico..

- Puede ser, por desgracia siempre pienso cosas que terminan siendo erróneas.

-Sabes que? ya se lo que tiene... por lo que acaba de describir debo decir que, a lo que usted padece, se lo conoce como Angustia. Le aconsejo que hable con un especialista...

- Muchas gracias..."