to burn
Todo, todo se burneó. Cartas, acuerdos, promesas, poemas, materia, notas, mentiras, estudios, resumenes, agradecimientos, cuentos, láminas, novelas, dibujos, juegos, bromas, conversaciones, traiciones, hazañas... en fin
Y sin embargo no importa... es como depurarse, como haber tenido una herida infectada llena de matreria y, por fin, estarla sacando, limpiando, curando y empezando de nuevo. Y admitámoslo, cuanta falta hacea veces empezar de nuevo...
The Fray - Little House
She doesn't look, she doesn't see
Opens up for nobody
Figures out, she
figures out
Narrow line, she can't decide
Everything short of
suicide
Never hurts, nearly works...
Something is scratching
Its way out
Something you want
To forget
about
A part of you that'll never show
You're the only one that'll
ever know
Take it back when it all began
Take your time, would you
understand
What it's all about?
What it's all about?
Something is
scratching Its way out
Something you want to forget about
No
one expects you to get up
All on your own with no one
around
Something is
scratching Its way out
Something you want to forget about
No
one expects you to get up
All on your own with no one
around
