I wonder when will I learn to distinguish truth from all these lies. When will the day? owner would like to feel my useless heart, I do not want to contemplate the dark again, or feel that your eyes never find me again.
How I got distracted for a second, dazzle me with some words, with promises of dawn. Before I turn out the light I want to know, who plays with the destiny of my life? It will become increasingly difficult to understand why the star of solitude I checked, Why choose me? I can not help but think of you when my eyes reflect the emptiness of the moon, I recall my fleeting happiness and hope that began with the rain of yellow flowers, and dying today, with the most perfect evening. I must confess I never loved you as a source of inspiration, everything that emerges from these fingers is usually sadness and heartbreak. Mistakenly, I thought you'd present slip laughter and happy poems.
Yes, maybe it was too much to ask.
often happens that we can not escape our destiny, even if we yell and fight, it will eventually catch up.
me I will turn their eyes to myself and with the dim darkness of the afternoon and early yellow lights returning to haunt me, reproach me when I forgot I know was too good to be true.
Tell me once,
"I lost my chance?
ComoodiolaRealidad
is better to close your eyes and think,
have not changed my mind
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