September 2010
A veces me quiero, a veces me odio, pero hoy hasta es tan obvio: “Quiero ser otro”. ¿Por qué me siento así, si todo brilla en sí? Me quiero ir de aquí, lejos de mí.
Cenit →
WHAT!
Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he’ll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [Fee will be for patience] all that’s no fronting What is a party if it doesn’t really rock? What is a poet? All balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn’t have a...
