Tu juegas a quererme, yo juego a que te creas que te quiero. Buscando una cuartada, me das una pasión que yo no espero. Y no me importa nada. Tu juegas a engañarme, yo juego a que te creas que te creo.
La vida es para l. a cada paso que da,. dulce y buena como miel. hasta cundo durara?. . Nunca tuvo que apretar. el cintrurn para avanzar. su carrera es veloz,.
Estoy cansada de ser una mueca ms. entre paredes de cartn. no es suficiente mirar la televisin,. para saber que esto va mal.. . Yo necesito desprenderme.
To hear you say my name, to see you search my eyes. To feel you touch my hand, it more than satisfies. If I was not the first, just say I'll be the last.
No one's got to tell me it's over. I could see it from miles away. No one's got to tell me. What I don't already know today. No one's got to tell me they've seen you.
Been walking these streets, been deciding what's true. Been hands in my pockets, coat collar up, thinking `bout you. I've been talking to myself, giving fate the third degree.
I can't help but wonder how. This fire keeps going out. Even when we try to keep it burning. It's hard to let you go. And that's because I know. That holding on is worth a little hurting....
Caroline was born about a mile from the Mississippi. Kinda like the kudzu, she grew up fast and pretty. A little bit of Memphis, little bit of New York City.
Yeh you see someone die and you see them again. Past the point of No Return... Repeat.... It was written across your face. Yeh the expression was written all across your face....
From the ashes he returns. Through the seal of the dark. He looks upon the enchanting moon. His lips are dry. And crave for human blood. . Through all centuries.
The nekrophiliac mental disorder. Cadaverous sexual deviations. An uncontrollable strong desire. Reading obsessively all obituaries. Dig up the recently deceased woman.
Nothing Good About Lonely. (CDJ/Mary Danna). . I'm staring out the window. On a bright and sunny day. And even though it's beautiful. To me it still looks grey.
I'm starin' out the window,. At a bright an' sunny day.. And even though it's beautiful,. To me, it still looks grey.. The condition of my heart,. Is in a desolate state..
It was running through my mind, I was running out of time. And it was time to let you go. No more right or wrong, no more crying all night long. Even though it's lonely here alone.
Se dice que eres el varn. De alguna fulana. Se dice que es ella y no yo. Cuando te da la gana. . Cario, si quieres. Abre la puerta y vete. Yo no voy a mover.
should be able to get over yourself. nothing given means nothing can get kicked around. i fear you and i occasionaly think too. your insecurity makes livin' life tough on me.
I'm a necropheliac and I'm all right. I work it all day, work all night. I'm a necropheliac looking for reaction. my deviancy is at the core of attraction..
Well, the devil came to my house, knocked on my door. I said, "Oh my, I know that I have heard this voice before". He said, "You're quite a talent, the makings of a star.