UNDER MY UMBRELLAINCUBUS::::-----:::::::
When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
There's comfort in my dark seat,
And chaos in the aisles
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.
When I close my eyes
I remember why I smile
Under my umbrella
I'm an Accomplished Exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind
cancheese cambie d nombre jaja =) ai m cambias te kiero =)
ResponderEliminarbuena rola aunque yo prefiero "dig"
ResponderEliminarsaludos
The Mirror
ResponderEliminarTrypod
So empty all these years
Been waiting just to see if you...
Are the one
And you’ve been doing this
To keep me away from you
Life’s scarred you so much
But still no one here
Cares for you like I do…
And who do you really see?
Cause now you know that words mean nothing
I just want to be with you
Reflecting what is real
Cause now I know with you I’m someone
I just want to be with you
Been locked up all these years
Afraid of what they’ve done to you
It’s been so tough
I may not be so dear
But I’ve been so sincere to you
And still you back off
But no one here
Cares for you like I do…
What do you really need?
Cause now you know my words mean something
I just want to be with you
Reflecting what is real
Cause now you know with me you’re someone
I just want to be with you
Una letra sin dueña...le escribo al aire y a situaciones que me gustaría vivir, por que las mías propias se vuelven rutina, por muy únicas que sean...estoy aburrido, triste...se puede recibir lo mismo que uno da? Por qué cuando uno quiere dar tanto a alguien esa persona lo recibe a medias?