Escribes palabras tan bonitas,
pero la vida no es un libro de cuentos.
Amor es una excusa para lastimarse
y para herir.
¿Te gusta herir?
Me gusta, me gusta.
Entonces hiéreme...
Hiéreme, hiéreme...
I want a lover i don't have to love.
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.
I need some meaning I can memorize.
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind.

volviste ! te necesitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaba . Cuando salen mates ? :D
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