Fuego..

Tired of trying, sick of crying, yeah I´m smiling... But inside I´m dying...


La primera vez que me tocaste con tus agrias manos se quedo gravado a fuego y hiel en mi piel... Hoy revivo cada instante que me hizo perder la cabeza por segunda vez...

¿Y sabes qué?. Cada vez que cierro mis ojos veo los tuyos color miel... Esos ojos mentirosos que acabaron conmigo ayer...

[...] But hope´s broken. Dreams do fade... And the past comes running back...

Tears, fears and nightmares. Try as you must.
You cannot run... You cannot even hide...

And if I could hold on trhough muy tears and pain, it would be beautiful, or just a beautiful disaster?

Although I´m strong, this time I couldn´t, and I let myself fall down.

Fears grows bigger than my faith.

Sometimes I wish I could disappear...

I´m not strong enough... I cannot... Not in that moment, not in this way...



Not good at all...