sábado, diciembre 1


Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head, 
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning, 
how quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,
But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?

We belong together!

(Black - Pearl Jam.)

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