Esta es la vida de un estudiante que estudiaba sin parar. Se estaba haciendo una carrera. Y no era en la universidad. Era una carrera que no tenía final.
Glass. By Eyedea. . I'm going to run from the voice of reason till it turns to laughter. Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after..
Haunting me in a daydream sleep,. I find myself walking alone. As I breathe a fire burns through my lungs,. so cold as it burns I just sing along a sad song,.
[Eyedea]. Would you believe there's only four more people in the world. And when you're not looking they change masks. Somewhere over the rainbow it's the same.
I settled on my dying day with Satan. I deceived him. and now nobody can clip my wings. . Reasoning is always so difficult to me. What does it matter?.
Your ignorance fuels my rage. Forever living in your haze. I won't apologize. for what's about to come. I lose control. it takes ahold of me. . Bull in a China Shop.
I stand alone. Burned every bridge over the troubled water. No longer hiding from my personality disorder. A stronger tide is coming and I've been running.
You see me suffer,. Im being pulled under. These waves wash over,. these streets I wander all alone. . Can you be my angel?. Demons want my soul.. Be my angel ....
this is a big fuck you to anyone out there that hates us. it aint my fault you fail to recognize what great is. if you weren't so caught up in who you dick ride.
I once met a man who trained himself not to dream. What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything. He's been painting pictures on canvas since age thirteen.
Everyone knew she was a special young girl. From her neighbors to her teachers. Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius. It was amazing the way she could play the violin.
Teeth marks on the skin. The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him. We like to feel the blood and fat dripping off our gums.
Soar despierto con la luz de su sonrisa; so en hablarle de su pelo y ser la brisa;. pens decirle que la vida era su boca,. y no.. Pasa a mi lado su olor.
What's your definition of dope?. 'Cause I think our opinions differ. 'Till your own skills develop, be wise and shut the hell up. I told you man, I'll fold your plans.
ha ha... ha ha... ha ha... it is kind of a funny story. He lives in a four by two glass box. It reminds me of my head. I wish my floor would have rocks,.
Knock, knock. Someone calls at the door again.. I go. Who's there?. It was just opened and a dawn got into my house. Here goes! How nice!. . Alone....
You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop?. She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot. You see her in the club. She treats you like a scrub.
Tan tan Llaman a la puerta otra vez, ya va, Quin es?.. Fu abrir. y se meti en mi casa: un amanecer. ah va! que bien!.. Sola.... pensar que estaba sola y pens:.
[Eyedea]. If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested. They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it. And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric.
Toma primera, extrema y dura. Eh una palangana to.. . Desde que t no me quieres. yo quiero a los animales. y al animal que ms quiero. es al buitre carroero.