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miércoles, 4 de abril de 2012

Never cared for what they say ♪

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl. Year after year, running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. 

No se que voy a hacer, no se si tengo miedo o solo incertidumbre, solo se que esto me representa un enigma, él es un enigma, pero me gusta así, diferente, nuevo, nada parecido a lo que viví ayer, en el pasado. Dispuesta al cambio, al aprendizaje, a ganar en esto, sea lo que sea que eso signifique.