lunes, 16 de agosto de 2010

All that work and what did it get me?
Why did I do it?
Scrapbooks full of me in the background.
Give them love and what does it get ya?
What does it get ya?
One quick look as each of them leaves you.
All your life and what does it get ya?
Thanks a lot and out with the garbage,
they take bows and you're batting zero.


Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn?
Don't I get a dream for myself?
Starting now it's gonna be my turn.
Gangway, world, get off of my runway!


· I'm done with this: ésta vez, a hacer cosas por mí misma. A ver qué dicen.
No me faltaba felicidad para olvidarte. Me faltaba fuerza de voluntad. No te lo merecés.

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