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No mereces llorar todos los días.
And there you go again, Diana.
Dancing with death.
Even when the strength of his venom,
Is drying your veins.
My toxicity lays in loving your name.
Don’t tell me how awful,
It’s for you to go away,
Cause I’m begging to angels,
To show me your way.
Please darling, my love,
Don’t part just yet.
Please show me you can,
Please clean this big mess.
Reset, reset, reset, reset, reset, reset.
For once, for always.
Please change.
A veces
Cuando no es martes ni viernes
Quiero arrancarte
Olvidarte
Y no volver a verte
No es suficiente mi lagrima en gota
Para sacar todo el amargor de mi boca
A veces
Cuando siento perderte
Se llena de paz mi mente
De ira porque la cagaste
De paz porque me dueles
Mereces buscar felicidad. Mereces encontrar estabilidad. Mereces sanar. Mereces sanar. Mereces sanar. Mereces sanar. Mereces sanar.
Make space to reflect about your thoughts. Ideas may become feelings if you let yourself locket there.
Love yourself
Thoughts are just thoughts. Just because you though something, doesn’t mean is real.
What if I love myself just too little? And I keep holding to you cause self destruction is always my mood.
Tan harta de esta piel
De la vida
Y además soy de las llamadas afortunadas
Por no estarme muriendo...
Que miedo morir pero que drama es vivir
Me he creado un montón de propósitos
Para exigirme y cansarme
Para que mis últimos años valgan la pena
Que estupidez
Estoy cansada de vivir en tanta sal
Ya me ahogué en tu tabaco
Me siento al borde de un abismo
Pero el suelo es de imán
Y si no soy de metal?
Que suerte tienes
De no amarme
Como yo te amo
And babe
I swear to all gods
I’m not really mad
Not even sad
Just tired of betrayal
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