i know it's dark for good
i never listen when i should
you only see in black and white
so go on back to your own kind
and i'll go back to mine

Tomas las piezas de los sueños que tienes,
porque no te gusta la forma en que parecen ir yendo.
Los cortas y dispersas por todo el suelo,
Llena de esperanza mientras comienzas a reordenarlos,
Poniéndolos todos juntos.
Pero de cualquier manera que mires las cosas,
Parece que,
Los amantes están perdiendo.

La vida es tan bella
como tú la quieras ver.

Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind,
'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine.
Before you go, can you read my mind?
Before you jump,
Tell me what you find when you read my mind.

How it happens
I don't care
If it's rainin'
Or what I wear.
I know today is taking me
Where I'm meant to be.
Doesn't matter where I go
With my boy shoes
And my rock star phone.

No me alcanza con lo que me digas, ni me corras con tus tonterías.
Yo no pienso repetir, yo no voy a repetir tu historia.

Have you ever been so lost?
Known the way and still so lost.
Caught in the eye of a hurricane
Slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade.
So sick of this town pulling me down.
My mother says I should come back home but
can't find the way 'cause the way is gone.
So if I pray, am I sending words into outer space?

If you wanna play,
Come and play today.
Let's just get away.

Follow me.

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

don't ask me what i came here for
it is too delicate for words
i used to want to make you talk
now i would rather you did not.

My thoughts you can't decode.

♥

missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
if you kiss me mister i might tell my sister.
if i tell her mister she might tell my mother and my
mother, mister, just might tell my father and my father
mister he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
come up from the city and arrest you mister
so i wouldnt miss me if you get me, mister, see?

missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
if you miss me mister why do you keep leaving
if you trick me mister i will make you suffer
and they'll get you mister put you in the slammer and forget
you mister then i think you'll miss me, won't you miss me?
won't you miss me?

missed me missed me now you've gone and done it
hope you're happy in the county penitentiary
it serves you right for kissing little girls but i will visit if you miss me
do you miss me? MISS ME??
how's the food they feed you?
do you miss me?
will you kiss me through the window?
do you MISS ME? MISS ME?!
will they ever let you go?

i miss my mister so !

I never say anything at all
But with nothing to consider they forget my name;
They call me 'Hell'
They call me 'Stacey'
They call me 'her'
They call me 'Jane'
They call me 'Quiet Girl'
But I'm a riot
Mary, Jo, Lisa
Always the same
Are you calling me darling?
Are you calling me bird?
That's not my name.

"cuando la vida te ofrece un sueño que supera con creces cualquiera de tus expectativas, no es razonable lamentarse de su conclusión"

What the hell is wrong with you ?
it's like you never knew me.

Eres una estrella que cae, eres un auto que me lleva lejos.
Eres la linea en la arena cuando estoy demasiado lejos.
Eres una piscina en un día de verano.
Y eres la cosa perfecta para nombrar.
Cuando me sonríes sabes exactamente lo que haces.
Eres un carrusel, eres un pozo de los deseos,
Y tu me iluminas cuando haces sonar mi campana.
Eres un misterio, eres del espacio exterior.
Eres cada minuto de cada día.
Y en esta loca vida, y a través de estos locos tiempos,
Eres tú, eres tú, tú me haces cantar,
Eres cada línea, cada palabra, eres todo.

y me he perdido por completo,
no puedo escapar de este sueño;
sigo esperando que la lluvia caiga
y derrame un poco de realidad sobre mí.
porque todo es demasiado perfecto
para estar sucediendo.

♥

Ahora nada parece tan extraño como cuando las hojas empezaron a cambiar,
O cómo pensamos que esos días jamás terminarían.
Algunas veces voy a volver a escuchar esa canción y a cantarla una vez más.

Recordar las estrellas que hemos perdido,
y pensar a suerte y verdad nuestro porvenir;
Será cómo yo lo imagino o será un mundo feliz?
Amo estar bien, sola lejos del ruido
descubriendo por qué olvidamos y volvemos a amar,
y pensar qué sería de nuestra vida
cuando el fabricante de mentiras deje de hablar.