7 de octubre de 2009

I can't, I can't get through. I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do.
I can't believe it's true... I'm so scared about the future and I want to talk to you.

You can take a picture of something you see. In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun or write a song nobody has sung..
Or do something that's never been done.

Are you lost or incomplete? Do you feel like a puzzle? You can't find your missing piece.
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak and they're talking it to me.

So you don't know where you're going but you want to talk.
And you feel like you're going where you've been before.
You'll tell anyone who will listen but you feel ignored.
Nothing's really making any sense at all.


Te quejás de que yo me alejo cuando peleamos.. pero a veces vos tomás distancia cuando te necesito. Y no está bueno.




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