No se.

I was listening to music ayer en el tren, y me ocurrio esto..

There's nothing left for me to do,
I cannot love you as I once had,
and I can not impersonate who I used to be.
Renditions of our past sprinkle before me
disguised as monsters in these pages.
What had been good turned sour
because I loved you and loved me.
Maybe too much.
But as it withered you looked to another,
for comfort,
And for that I cannot forgive you.
You shattered the pieces and sent them into
extremities far beyond our reach,
or our will.

Otro mas...
As these painful songs play back to back
and they smack me with memories of yesteryear,
I feel my heart swell and tear ducts sweat.
My lips quiver.
I bite down until I taste blood,
determined not to let them get to me.
Not to let you get to me.


This one's from Sunday night...

How slowly a heart can break.
Little by little you see a bit clearer,
and as you try to put back the pieces
you realize that they don't fit.

You're a different person now
so you throw the pieces away,
and make up new ones that make sense
and that fit to your delight.

Some will resemble the old ones
because although you threw them out,
they stuck.
And then others will be nothing like the old.

Weaker or stronger,
these are fitting to you and it's ok
to throw out the ones that don't fit.


Shorty!

Woken up in a dream that was not my own.
One where I belonged and never expected to be in.
The pain in my chest is piercing,
my need to live here immense.