sofia

le re afane la notebook a mi tio pero no me importa nada en esta vida

volvi ahre

pERO QUE CARAJOS PASO PUTA MADRE

yo quiero que yves me acorrale en el sofa ah
          
          te envidio phee

i'm just saying all the guilt i'm feeling
          in a attempt of poetry

would that be easier for all of us?
          for the ones who came
          and for the ones who are coming

maybe i should just go and leave nothing while i still can

who will be the next my heart wonders i suppose
          who will be the next to fall in my damn net
          i guess i was meant to hurt and to be hurt
          and always both at the same time
          and i am young and a fool
          so what will happen when i'm old and wise
          will i have a list of whose hearts i've broken
          or grown up to stay caged up and without any say

the lights drop to nothing
          the tears dry to everything
          so just clear your mind
          and let yourself go
          if you are brave
          which is what i am not
          and i will never be
          as i am selfish enough to stay and keep hurting

maybe deep inside we're all just bad or good
          and maybe those diferences don't exist
          giving that we can only establish but never take time to prove