Gusto culposo...

Si, si....uno de mis gustos culposos en la época de la preparatoria....era...más bien...eran:
Jojojojo...


Uy....me acuerdo cómo cantabamos sus canciones una amiga y yo...jor jor...
Sin duda, amados por muchas, odiados por muchos...

So many words for the broken heart...Its hard to see in a crimson love...So hard to breathe...Walk with me, and maybe...Nights of light so soon become...Wild and free I could feel the sun...Your every wish will be done...

They tell me...Show me the meaning of being lonely...Is this the feeling I need to walk with...Tell me why I cant be there where you are? Theres something missing in my heart...Life goes on as it never ends...Eyes of stone observe the trends....They never say forever gaze ...Guilty roads to an endless love...Theres no control...Are you with me now....Your every wish will be done...

Theres nowhere to run...I have no place to go..Surrender my heart, body and soul..How can it be youre asking me to feel the things you never show...You are missing in my heart...Tell me why I cant be there where you are...Show me the meaning of being lonely...Is this the feeling I need to walk with...Tell me why I cant be there where you are...Theres something missing in my heart