no se deje engañar por las apariencias, realidad solo hay una.

I was choking on a cornflake
You said “Have some toast instead”
I was sleeping maybe three hours
You said “You should get to bed”
I was waiting at the church door
For the minister to show
I was looking at the new year
You said “Walk before you crawl”

I was feeling like a loser
You said “Hey, you’ve still got me”
I was feeling pretty lonely
You said “You wanted to be free”
I was looking for a good time
You said “Let the good times start”
With a quiver of your eyelid
You took on someone else’s part

Maybe I’m a little greedy
You said “Think before you speak”
Sometimes I’m a little seedy
You said “Everyone is weak”
Now I feel a little better
Is there something I can do?
But I never heard the answer
I never had a clue

But what about me
I don’t really see
How things will improve
If all you want is to stay loose

There’s a little echo calling
Like a miner trapped inside
If I tell her of this moment
She will in me doubts confide
And she’s on me like a blanket
Like a stalk of wilting grass
I’m not sure about her motives
I’m not sure about her past

But what about me
I don’t really see
How things will improve
If all you want is to stay loose

There’s a little echo calling
Like a miner trapped inside
If I tell her of this moment
She will in me doubts confide
And she’s on me like a blanket
Like a stalk of wilting grass
I’m not sure about her motives
I’m not sure about her past

But my faith is like a bullet
My belief is like a bolt
The only thing that lets me sleep at night
A little carriage of the soul
If it starts a little bleaker
Then the year may yet be gold
Happiness is not for keeping
Happiness is not my goal

But what about me
I don’t really see
How things will improve
If all you want is to stay loose
But what about them
You play mother hen
To a gaggle of gangling youth
All you want is to stay loose

I was living through the seconds
My composure was a mess
I was miles from tenderness
It was dark outside, the day it was lying in pieces
Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn’t care what’s in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people

And I know it could be me
I’m always asking for more
I keep running round in circles
I keep looking for a doorway
I’m going to need two lives
To follow the paths I’ve been taking

mmm... analizando un poco mas las cosas desde una retrospectiva...

Porque diablos yo soy el que siempre tiene que andar pesando en este tipo de canciones, tratando de dedicarle este tipo de mensajes a ciertas personas, pero porque carajo a mi ni siquiera nada decente se me pudo dar, digo no es que sea un mal chico, no creo que sea alguien como para que toda esa mierda se le halla quedado en solo recuerdos nefastos.

Por alli me dicen, que el problema esta en la seleccion, que lo unico inutil en lo que soy es perder mi tiempo en personas inutiles, pero bueno a la larga eso jode, me quede reflexionando este tipo de cosas por muy frio e indiferente que trato no puedo alejar ciertas cosas aun del todo y menos cuando uno sale a la calle y a cada momento hay algo que esta listo como para hecharte en cara todo eso de lo cual no quieres hablar.

Mi problema es que le doy importancia a cosas que no debo, pero en fin con esto estoy propiciando que no vuelva a sentir algo, creo que tendre que subir un poco la dosis del medicamento, aunque eso implique aumentar el factor de riesgo, es una lastima que lo ultimo que halla intentado, hubiese acabado de esta forma tan patetica, en fin a fitting end to your end... en verdad que me hubiese gustado al menos algo un poco mas decente y no solo quedarme con palabras vacias y ausencias extremas.

stay loose... that what i think all the time...