martes, 22 de febrero de 2011

No es la cancion es su significado.




La vida es ironica como poco, una cancion que tubo un gran significado, y que sono en el momento final,en la despedida,cuando al parecer,dejo de tenerlo...

lunes, 21 de febrero de 2011




Me mata la letra de esta jodida cancion...


Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
that’s alright because i love the way you lie
i love the way you lie


I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
and right now it’s a steel knife in my windpipe
I can’t breathe but i still fight while i can fight
as long as the wrong feels right it’s like i’m in flight
high off of love drunk from my hate
it’s like i’m huffin’ paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
and right before i’m about to drown, she resuscitates me, she fuckin’ hates me
and i love it, wait, where you goin’?
i’m leavin’ you, no you ain’t come back
we’re runnin’ right back, here we go again
its so insane, cause when it’s goin’ good its goin’ great
I’m superman with the wind in his back, she’s Lois Lane
but when its bad its awful, I feel so ashamed I snap
whose that dude? I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on her
I never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength


you ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
when your with em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit em
got that warm fuzzy feeling
yeah them chills used to get em
now you’re getting fuckin’ sick of lookin’ at em
you swore you’d never hit em, never do nothin’ to hurt em
now you’re in each other’s face spewin’ venom in your words when you spit em
you push pull each other’s hair
scratch, claw, hit em throw em down pin em
so lost in the moments when you’re in em
it’s the face that’s the culprit, controls you both
so they say it’s best to go your seperate ways
guess that they don’t know ya
cause today that was yesterday
yesterday is over, it’s a different day
sound like broken records playin’ over
but you promised her next time you’ll show restraint
you don’t get another chance
life is no nintendo game, but you lied again
now you get to watch her leave out the window
guess that’s why they call it window pane


now I know we said things, did things, that we didn’t mean
and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
but your temper’s just as bad as mine is, you’re the same as me
when it comes to love you’re just as blinded
baby please come back, it wasn’t you, baby it was me
maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems
maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
all i know is i love you too much to walk away though
come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk
don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when i talk?
told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
next time i’m pissed I’ll lay my fist at the drywall
next time there won’t be no next time
i apologize even though i know its lies
i’m tired of the games i just want her back
i know i’m a liar if she ever tries to fuckin’ leave again
i’ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire...

lunes, 14 de febrero de 2011



See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
talkin' shit like a snitch
who are you write a song 'bout me
if you really didn't care
you wouldn't wanna share
tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck what I did
was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back

Fuck what I did
was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to do your friend
now you want me to come back
you must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact

Fuck all those nights
I moaned real loud
fuck it, I faked it,ain't you proud
fuck all those nights
you thought you broke my back
well guess what your,
your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights
I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it,arn't you proud
fuck all those nights
you thought you broke my back
well guess what your,
your sex was wack

ooo ooo, uh uh yea (x4)

You questioned did I care
maybe I would have
if you would have been a man
now it's over
but I do admit I'm glad
I didn't catch your crabs
I can't sweat that cause I got to go

Fuck what I did
was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back.
You made me do this

El amor no existe, y cuando empiezas a creer en el es cuando algo pasa para que descubras que es mentira y una gran mierda.
No se lo recomiendo a nadie.
Feliz dia de San Valentin.

jueves, 10 de febrero de 2011




El cariño y el amor escasean, detras de cada sonrisa una mirada falsa encuentras, lazos debiles que se desatan, ¿puedes decir te quiero y olvidarlo mañana?

El amor no es libre, si solo te hace esclavo, si lealtad y respeto no son el primer plato, cruda vida si la fidelidad te ciega, cruda vida si tus miserias no aceptas.
 No se cambia en un segundo la educacion de tantos años esta anclada muy profundo.
Que vital es destruir al patriarcado, y que vital es no poseer a ningun ser amado,tan importante como el respeto al de al lado es saber para que no estas preparado.

 Amantes en ambientes liberados , que obian que no son perfectos y que tienen fallos, si no estas preparado ¿dime por que te callas? si a ti mismo es al unico al que engañas.

Ultimamente nos invade el aislamiento, por eso hay que ser sincero con los sentimientos, no pasa nada si fallamos, somos humanos y acabar con las miserias esta en nuestras manos, esta vida no es un campo de flores y menos si descuidamos las propias relacciones, yo no creo en las leyes, pero tengo reglas de oro, si tengo quien me apolla al cien por cien tengo un tesoro.