Drunk.

Tengo que dejar de tomar tanto. No va a arreglar nada, y solo logro sentirme más patética; doy lastima. Estas semana me he curado día por medio; y vuelvo manejando a la casa.

Fuck it. Me voy a curar, voy a chocar, y me voy a morir <3

The name of the game

But it's not about the time

That we don't get to spend together

It's about how strong our love is

When I'm gone and it feels like forever

And you make me talk

And you make me feel

And you make me show

Your smile, and the sound of your voice

And the way you see through me

Got a feeling, you give me no choice

But it means a lot to me

So I wanna know

What’s the name of the game?

.-

Me quiero cortar las venaaas ~ <3

You.

I don't give a fuck if he's not the one my friends would choose for me.

For me, he's the one.

-

I want my boyfriends back...

Needs

I just need love, and sex. Now.

Breathless

The scars of your love remind me of us

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless

I can't help feeling

We could have had it all

Rolling in the deep

You had my heart inside of your hand

And you played it to the beat

--- Me siento pedofila/lesbiana cuando veo a la niña de Los Vazquez cantando el cover
.

Your head will collapse

But there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind

Can't let you go. Se me fue de las manos; no me escucho y no me entiendo. ¿Necesito estar sola? No quiero estarlo. I need you by my side, and I want to be there for you, ¿Cuenta? ¿Y soy realmente tan exigente? ¿Pido mucho? ¿O soy muy inmadura? ¿Muy controladora? ¿Merezco estar sola?

What have I done. Necesito que todo sea como antes, poder escalarte, abrazarte... I think of you all day long.... Where the fuck is my mind...

Te voy a dejar tranquilo.

-

Maybe I know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

Or keep a straight face

I've got a tight grip on reality

But I can't

Let go of what's in front of me here

I know you're leaving

In the morning, when you wake up

Leave me with some kind of proof

it's not a dream

Once again...

Me odio, odio mi vida, no quiero hacer nada, no voy a lograr nada.

Ah, y odio a mi abuela.