Monday, January 26, 2015

threads (I´m worn, tired of my mind)



Better if I could find the words to say
Whenever I take a choice it turns away

I'm worn, tired of my mind
I'm worn out, thinking of why
I'm always so unsure

I battle my thoughts I find I can't explain
I've travelled so far but somehow feel the same

I'm worn, tired of my mind
I'm worn out, thinking of why
I'm always so unsure
I'm always so unsure

I'm worn, tired of my mind
I'm worn out, thinking of why
I'm always so unsure
I'm always so unsure

I'm always so unsure
I'm always so unsure
I'm always so unsure
I'm always so unsure

I am alive when I sleep
Why am I not in all that I got?
I can't find no one to blame

Stand, stand, damned one
Damned one
Damned one
Damned one

I am one
Damned
One


Where do I go?

Friday, January 09, 2015

en fin...

Ese momento en el que descubres que alguien ha plasmado algo que llevas pensando mucho tiempo y lo ha hecho mejor de lo que imaginaste. Es la prueba exacta de que no se es lo que uno puede.