No sirvo para ser de esas minas q son como las líderes de la relación, me aburro de mostrar las cosas que me gustan, prefiero que sea al revéz, que me sorprendan a mi, que me muestren cosas, que me abran la cabeza.
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No sirvo para ser de esas minas q son como las líderes de la relación, me aburro de mostrar las cosas que me gustan, prefiero que sea al revéz, que me sorprendan a mi, que me muestren cosas, que me abran la cabeza.
No me importa la cantidad de tiempo que tenga que estar sola, sigo siendo adicta a tu cuerpo, a tu piel, a tu olor, tus sonrisas y a tus besos. no hay nada que se le compare.
Baby I'm afraid of a lot of things But I ain't scared of loving you Baby I know your afraid of a lot of things But don't be scared of love Cause people will say all kinds of things That don't mean a dam to me Cause all I see is what's in front of me And that's you Well, I've been dragged all over the place I've taken hits time just don't erase And baby I can see you've been fucked with too But that don't mean your loving days are through Cause people will say all kinds of things That don't mean a dam to me Cause all I see is what's in front of me And that's you Well I may be just a fool But I know were just as cool And cool kids... They belong together Y sonaba la mùsica de fondo, me mostraste este tema y te pusiste a leer la letra, aunque sabìa que te costaba porq estabas drogado. Quise sentir que era algo especial y no lo habias puesto sin importancia, me abrazaste mientras mirabas la pc y leías; Yo cerré los ojos y por milésima vez desee que ese momento nunca acabara.
Cali, 7.06 Suicidio al sol: espesa cada calada, amargo cada sorbo, radiante el cielo y la estela de estos vestigios la post-anfetamina lo es; ahora igual que este cigarro, en cenizas me convertiré.
18/06/20
Deseo que te vaya bien
Cerebro sin ley.