-LostInDreams-

"Me encanta dormir, mi vida tiende a desmoronarse cuando estoy despierto, ¿sabes?"

-Te iras sintiendo mejor con el tiempo- dijo Paolo.
          
          Claro que si. Y es era precisamente lo peor. Que, con el tiempo, te fueras olvidando de las personas que amabas. De quienes habían muerto, de quienes te habían criado, de quienes querrías encontrar a tu lado hoy, y mañana y al día siguiente.

Is love nothing more than something that is told to us in fairy tales? Are we in constant search of something that does not exist? Do we crave a feeling that is imaginary? If love is real, why is it so elusive?
                                                                                                    -Heartless poet-

"Who made you this way?" he asked me.
          She shook he head sadly.
          "It doesn´t matter who" she said. "He´s gone now, but it´s true... I´m bruised in places you can´t even see. I have scars that I´m not sure will ever heal. I´m only a shell of the girl I used to be.But will you stay? All the other bandaids keep falling off..."

So baby hold on to my heart,
          I need you to keep me from falling apart.
          I´ll always hold on, ´cause you make me strong.

Y cuando rie, el mundo entero me da igual.

Thank you for the days,
          those endless days, those sacred days you gave me..

This time I´m ready to run!
          Wherever you are is the place I belong <3

If I seem edgy, I want you to know that I never meant takink it out on you.

Sometimes I feel a little mad, but don´t you know that no one alive can always be an angel?