I never really got there
I just pretender that i had
Words are blunt instruments
Words are sawn off shotguns

Hoy pienso que en realidad no sé ser feliz.




3 Doors Down, Loser

There's no regret

There's just the sense that
nothing is coming my way...
There's so much that happened today
The Gods of the city have called my name;
it means more to them than it means to me...

Sometimes I try
Sometimes I lie, with you
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I die, it's true
Somewhere I find
Something that's kind


Depeche Mode, I want it all