It's like, he doesn't hear a word I say
His mind is somewhere far, away
And I don't know how to get there
It's like...
All he wants it to chill out
He makes me wanna pull all my hair out
Like he doesn't even care
You, Me
We're face-to-face
But we don't see eye-to-eye
Like fire and rainYou can drive me insane
But I can't stay mad at you for anything
We're Venus and Mars
We're like different starsBut you're the harmony to every song I sing...
And I wouldn't change a thing...
Yo te culpo porque abrazos como el tuyo me demuestran que otros tantos son chamuyo, yo te culpo por el llanto de mi cuello, por tus alas de bengala en su estello y porque caí en la cuenta de que el desvelo se produce con la ausencia de tu vuelo.
viernes, 19 de noviembre de 2010
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