Te importaria?Siempre me he preguntado que tan importante soy para ti, que tan esencial es mi existencia en tu vida y en tu corazón. Se que no debo de ser la gran cosa, ni una amiga me has de considerar.
¿Te importaría si te dejara de hablar algún día? ¿Sufrirías tanto como yo cuando tú me ignoras? ¿Pasarías días pensando en el porque lo hice muriendo de insomnio mientras le das vueltas y vueltas al asunto en tu cabeza?
¿Te importaría si te hablara de algún amor inventado? ¿Te darían los mismos celos que corroen mi cuerpo cada vez que mencionas a la chica que amas, a la chica que desearía ser yo?
¿Te importaría si yo te insulto así como tú lo haces en esos días que estas irritado? ¿Sentirías mis mismas ganas de llorar?
Quiero saber como regresarte mi dolor, como hacerte sufrir tanto o más de lo que me haces sufrir a mí. Para que te des cuenta de lo importante que son para
Mute sonataI wake up remembering,
how my hands used to play on you
in the dawn,
the best moment of all
a mute sonata
a walts in the dark
a requiem for your memory
love, it was getting closer
like drops fell from your hands
in every note I can feel, oh love,
this is just the start.
ours eyes meet in the night
and the symphony rise one more time
a tango in the shadows
and bossanova in the dawn
you kisses tasted like roses
still charm my heart
I wake up remembering,
how my hands used to play on you
so magistral time,
evanescense, just a a dream
...where I wanna go back
I look Away so you can't see
The pain I hide, that shows in my Eyes
I walk Away so you can't hear
The Need inside, That shows in my Voice
I cover my Heart, so you don't know
The love in my soul, That only comes out..
When I'm With You.
Because I Love YouYou can't ignore me.
"Well, let's see here - check, check, check. That's about it, I think." I smiled and turned to her. She was studying the paper, her eyes intent on the print. I took the opportunity to let myself stare for a moment. Then she looked up. I looked away.
"Yeah, you're right. I think we're done for today. Want to meet up again tomorrow? There are a few things I'd like to go over tonight, if I can." Her eyes were bright. I could feel my face growing hot, so I smiled at her and quickly agreed.
"Sounds good. Same time and place?" I asked. She nodded. I left.
I let out a heavy sigh out in the hallway. Tomorrow, huh?
You can't do it, so stop trying.
"Anything come to mind?" I asked her, taking my seat. She smiled at me warmly.
"Oh, hey," she greeted me. "You scared me there." My face flushed, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, I did come up with a few things here and there. Mind if I run it by you?" Her eyes were still intent on me. I nodded.
'Imperfections'To look into the mirror, how painful this
Wandering frizzy hair and smudged lipstick
Exquisite torture for perfectionists
Who grimace at each flaw, each evil trick
At clumped mascara, shadows and freckles
Banes of a superficial existence
So the hounds of reality heckle
And, doubtless with great pleasure, watch us wince
We poke and pinch at ever-ruddy cheeks
Smear shadow on poor innocent eyelids
Our goals yet unfulfilled again we seek
To alter our appearance, to get rid
Through powder that dusts and perfumes that reek
Of imperfections that make us unique
Ugly and Sad
This is all my fault. I did this alone.
I loved a boy who's heart was stone.
I should've known better. And now I'm crushed.
To think I'd be loved? Was I on drugs?
I was so stupid. I was so blind.
I put possesion on a heart not mine.
This is what I get for being so unfair
I took a guy who didn't even care.
I liked a popular guy. I thought he liked me.
When he said "I", I thought he meant "we".
And now look what happened. I'm alone and hurt.
I am worthless. I deserve to be dirt.
I'm crying now, but what did I expect?
I was broken up over a lousy text.
And now I'm sorry? Oh please, im a fool.
I will always be used. I am nothing but a tool.
I'm not worthy of pity. I'm not worthy to be loved.
I deserve to be pushed. I deserve to be shoved.
I am nothing but a trend. Nothing but a fad.
And I'm right where I started: ugly and sad.