Tonight

I remember the times we spent together
on those drives
We had a million questions
all about our lives
and when we got to New York
everything felt right
I wish you were here with me
tonight

I remember the days we spent together
were not enough
and it used to feel like dreamin'
except we always woke up
Never thought not having you
here now would hurt so much

Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight

I remember the time you told me about when you were eight
And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait
I remember the car you were last seen in
and the games we would play
All the times we spilled our coffees
and stayed out way too late
I remember the time you SAT AND told me about your Jesus
and how not to look back even if no one believes us
When it hurt so bad sometimes
not having you here...

I sing,
"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"

I sing,
"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
I need your loving hands to come and pick me up
And every night I miss you
I can just look up
and know the stars are
holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"

que cancion tan bu

Tan Yos

Tan complicados. Tan simples. Tan inteligentes. Tan ignorantes y estúpidos. Tan feos. Tan bellos. Tan conquistadores. Tan dependientes. Tan tristes. Tan alegres. Tan extremistas. Tan neutrales. Tan dioses. Tan demonios. Tan castos. Tan lujuriosos. Tan anoréxicos. Tan gulosos. Tan humildes. Tan soberbios. Ta peleones. Tan chupamedias. Tan bebes. Tan lindos. Tan mentirosos. Tan honestos. Tan bondadosos. Tan egoístas. Tan limpios. Tan sucios. Tan chiquitos, tan altos. Tan yos. Tan tus. Tan él. Tan ellas. Tan nosotros. Tan vosotros. Tan ellos…. A la final somos tan así. Ya no es culpa

sentencia de muerte

que odio sabr que al mirarte a los ojos no se siente lo de antes, es un dolor tremendo y esto es como una sentencia de muerte:
yo sentando en la silla electrica; las esponjas mojadas por tus lagrimas, pero lo q mas duele esq pasa el tiempo, y la silla no c activa.... que mal que no se activara, sigo viviendo este calvario al no poder entrar por tus ventanas y llegar hasta tu corazon...
te amo