"Be honest with me... there's more"

El principe no iba a regresar para despertarme de mi letargo mágico
con un beso, al fin y al cabo tampoco yo era una princesa.

It's just me, living here and now.

Hesher

There`s no other way to die.

I heard that you're settled down,
That you found a girl and you're married now,
I heard that your dreams came true,
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah,

You know how the time flies,
Only yesterday was the time of our lives,
We were born and raised in a summer haze,
Bound by the surprise of our glory days,

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,
I had hoped you'd see my face,
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over,

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nothing compares,
No worries or cares,
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made,
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best for you, too,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead,"
Sometimes it lasts in love,
But sometimes it hurts instead.

Jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
i'm begging of you please don't take my man
jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
please don't take him just because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
with flaming locks of auburn hair
with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
your smile is like a breath of spring
your voice is soft like summer rain
and i cannot compete with you,
jolene
He talks about you in his sleep
there's nothing i can do to keep
from crying when he calls your name,
jolene
And i can easily understand
how you could easily take my man
but you don't know what he means to me,
jolene
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
i'm begging of you please don't take my man
jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
please don't take him just because you can
You could have your choice of men
but i could never love again
he's the only one for me,
jolene
I had to have this talk with you
my happiness depends on you
and whatever you decide to do,
jolene
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
i'm begging of you please don't take my man
jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
please don't take him even though you can
jolene, jolene.

Unpretty

Es una sensación dificil de explicar, no sé como describirla. Siento que es algo que me carcome por dentro, que no me deja ni dormir.
A veces tan solo, esta callada esperando a poder salir y destruirme. Está a la expectativa de que me mire en el espejo y vuelva a matarme por dentro. Creo que es eso, esa "cosa" que no me deja tranquila, está siempre mi. Ese "bicho" que hace que me sienta insignificante, casi invisible. Que cada vez que me vea al espejo vea una imagen distorsionada de mi (o no), todo el tiempo siento esta fealdad que me mata. Que no me deja vivir como quiero porque siempre pienso en lo mismo: ¿Qué pasaria si fuera linda?. Tengo tantas preguntas que me gustaria que me respondan, pero nadie lo hace. Y termino siempre en lo mismo, tratando de "verme" linda. Mintiendo a mi misma.

There's nothing.

¿Qué a sido de la galantería? ¿Solo existe en las pelis de los 80's? Quiero tener a John Cusack con un radiocaset debajo de mi ventana, quiero montar en una corta-cesped con Patrick Dempsey, quiero que Jake de 16 velas me espere delante de la iglesia, quiero que John Nelson lance en puño al aire al saber que soy suya. Por una vez, me gustaria vivir en una peli de los 80's, preferiblemente una con un numero musical alucinante sin motivo alguno.

Say

Hay cosas en la vida que son inevitables, que sé que no las voy a poder cambiar. No sé, ultimamente estoy pensando mucho en eso, sobre todo despues de la charla que tuve con mi viejo el otro día. Me hizo darme cuenta que tenemos tan poco tiempo y que no quiero que la historia se vuelva a repetir. Sé que no es tu culpa ni la mia pero no quiero que me pase lo mismo. Ya tuve esta sensación, hace años unos atras en la que me di cuenta que el tiempo es tan valioso y lo desperdiciamos en cosas minimas. Me hubiese gustado que pudieramos compartir muchas más cosas (sé que compartimos muchas, pero siento que no son suficientes). Como dije más de una vez, quisiera poder decirte todas estas cosas a vos pero ya sabés como soy para decir lo que siento. Capaz, si algún día me armo de valor, te escriba una carta. Por ahora solo me animo a esto, aunque que es un poco inútil. Nos queda poco tiempo juntas y quiero que sepas que fuiste lo mejor que pudiste, que tus historias siempre me inspiran, que tus comentarios me alivian, que tus caricias me tranquilizan, y que así te voy a recordar siempre como lo que fuiste... un ángel para mí.

Eh? Qué?

Qué mierda me está pasando? Qué mierda es esto? La verdad, que no sé. Todo el tiempo estan estas ganas de querer morir, de querer dejar de existir y sé que eso no es normal. A qué se debe? Mi vida no está mal, es decir, ha esto peor (mucho PEOR). Sinceramente, me siento desconsertada. Si, esa es la palabra. No sé a donde estoy yendo, no sé que estoy haciendo. Es jodido eh, estoy jodida.
Es como si todo el tiempo quisiera que alguien aparezca y me saque de esta miseria que siento. Como si... quisiera ser tocada por una varita mágica y poder volver a ser feliz. Pero que pelotuda que soy, no? Eso solo existe en las películas. Esto es la vida real, y no hay ninguna varita mágica que me haga feliz. Osea, que voy a serguir asi por tiempo?
Ya lo veremos-

Love Can Wait.

A veces es mejor cuando las cosas no son perfectas. Al menos te recuerdan que son reales.

No entiendo

No entiendo porque , a pesar de todo, sigo esperando acá.

The girl

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies,
Knowing that I may have been the cause,
If you were to leave, fulfill someone elses dreams,
I think I might totally be lost.

Pido tu mirada más alegre para mí.

Duermo abrazándote, y eso me tranquiliza.
Y no te imaginas cuanto bien me hacen tus caricias.

Letters from the sky.

Quiero gritar, pero no tengo voz.

The best Deceptions

I heard about the trip.
i heard about your souveneirs.
i heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights
and the cool guys
that you spent them with.
i guess i should have heard of them from you
i guess i should have heard of them from you
Don't you see, don't you see,
that the charade is over?
and all the best deceptions
and the clever cover story awards
go to you.
so kiss me hard 'cuz this'll be the last time that i let you.
I heard about your regrets.
i heard that you were feeling sorry.
i heard from someone that you wished you could
set things right between us.
i guess i should have heard of that from you
i guess i should have heard of that from you
So don't you see, don't you see,
that the charade is over?
and all the best deceptions
and the clever cover story awards
go to you.
so kiss me hard 'cuz this'll be the last time that i let you.
You will be back someday,
and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's
lips
will be of service
in giving you away.
So don't you see, don't you see,
that the charade is over?
and all the best deceptions
and the clever cover story awards
go to you.
so kiss me hard, 'cuz this'll be the last time that i let you.
I'm waiting for blood
to flow to my fingers
i'll be all right when my hands get warm.
ignoring the phone,
i'd rather say nothing,
i'd rather you never heard my voice.
you're calling too late,
too late to be gracious.
and you do not warrant long good-byes.
you're calling too late,
you're calling too late.

Inexplicable (soy).

Say that you'll stay
Forever and a day... in the time of my life

Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision.

Well, maybe you should tie me up so I don't go where you don't want me
You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
Yeah, how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat