Mayo 02, 2006

Mi año natural

Son tantos errores y tantos contratiempos que a veces no me quiero levantar
Porque no supiste entender a mi corazón, lo que habia en él...
porque no tuviste el valor de ver quien soy...
Porque no escuchas lo que esta tan cerca de ti, solo el ruido de afuera, y yo que estoy a un lado desaparezco para ti...

No voy a llorar y decir que no merezco esto, porque es probable que lo merezco, pero no lo quiero, por eso me voy

Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy
Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy

Por que se que me espera algo mejor, alguien que sepa darme amor, de ese que endulza la sal y hace que salga el sol...
Yo pense que nunca me iria de ti, que es amor del bueno de toda la vida pero hoy entendi que no hay suficiente para los dos...

No voy a llorar y decir que no merezco esto porque es probable que lo merezco, pero no lo quiero, por eso me voy

Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy
Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy

Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy
Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy

Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy
Que lastima pero adios
Me despido de ti y me voy

Me despido de ti y me voy

B.S.O: ME VOY - Julieta Venegas

Escrito por milita a las Mayo 2, 2006 02:52 AM
Comentarios

Why do you want me to be what I could never be?
Why do you want me to act like I was another man?
You always say I'm crazy, then why do you stay with me?
Oh, tell me why...

Mister Unhappy
Mister Always Angry
Mister Always Sad
Mister Dissatisfied
Tell me what to do
So I could be with you
Tell me how to be
So you could love me...

I tried to behave for you
Just so you would not argue
I changed my personality
So you treat me with decency
My feisty temper doesn't agree
With your perfect Idea of me
You even made a proposition
That I should be on medication
Remind me what you love about me, Mister

Mister Unhappy
Mister Always Grumpy
Mister always cool
Mister often cruel
You're the one saying "need some serious, serious fixing
But who the hell are you to tell me what to do?

Now it's over and I feel like a newborn child
I see hope and beauty in the little patches of grass
You almost made me be like one of your sad fantasies
You almost made me feel like I wasn't with you...
No more wasting my life with you, Mister

Mister Superficial
Mister "I am so special"
Mister "Something's wrong"
Let me sing you a song!
Mister Unhappy and Angry
Mister Sad and Dissatisfied
Mister controlling and mind fucking
Grumpy and Complexity
Mister cool, mister often cruel
You're so unhappy and lonely
Always saying "something is wrong with me"
Well, something is wrong with you, man
because ever since it's over between you and I
I feel so... amazing!
Mister Unhappy...
Why didn't you let me be?

Mr Unhappy - Julie Delpy

Escrito por Spatz! a las Mayo 13, 2006 01:01 PM

Al final me voy a ir atreviendo a hacer algun comentario a tus posts del blog y como soy bastante cabron pondre una cancioncita tambien.

Ale premio cielo si la aciertas..... no tardaras mucho...pero es que tengo ganas de darte algun premio ;-p

Fue una recomendacion bien recibida.

She called me up today
Meet me down at the old café
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?

She’d never stand for any lies
She’s got an Out Tray full of guys
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?


I’m a slave to work
I’m only living when I walk amongst the office staff
And catch up with the office wag
I’ll be in bed by nine
My curtains drawn
My thoughts composed
I get to work on time


She gave me some dictation
But my strength is in administration
I took down all she said
I even took down her little red dress

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I’m going to give you the job
I’m pushing for a raise
I’ve been pushing now for days

My output is in decline
I was burned out after Thatcher
My banner I laid down with a sigh
Now I doubt if I’ll ever catch her

I’ve got to change my ways
Dress for business every day
A sharp suit and a kipper tie
A big arrow pointing to my fly

We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of over time
Say my place at nine?


Un besote muy grande preciosa y sigue asi de monina.

Escrito por Iceman a las Mayo 18, 2006 05:30 PM

no te vaias :)

me gustará continuar leyendote :)

saludos!

Enric
PD: creo q mi server web ha vuelto a caer... aish :S

Escrito por Enric a las Febrero 5, 2007 12:44 AM
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