Las falsas bodas y las falsas esperanzas.

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Esto de cultivar esperanzas que son falsas, es creo lo peor que le puede pasar a uno. Uno se crea alas pegadas con cera, solo para cuando vueles cerca del sol: que todo se desprenda y caigas.

Esto de crear falsas bodas, te da una sensacion de ilusión, de vivir en una realidad diferente, de estar en un lugar distinto, de ser alguien distinto. Pero es la realidad la que te despierta del sueño, y es la realidad la que te hace dar cuenta que todo al fin de cuentas: fue falso.

Alas falsas, bodas ilusorias y coreografías nunca hechas.

Rearrange

I've got a lot of love and I've got a lot of ways to show it

But you should know by now that I'm broken and I need your help

I wrote a hundred songs to make sense of the meaningless

I'll un-write them all if you help me clear up this mess

Cause I would never break your heart

I would only re-arrange

All the other working parts will stay in place

Listen to me when I say, darling you're my everything

I didn't mean to hesitate, please stay with me

I've got a lot of rage and I'm struggling with ways to control it

When I wake in the morning I've forgotten what it is to cope

I scratch at my eyes and it renders me visionless

Even in the dark, what I want isn't what I need

Cause I would never break your heart

I would only rearrange

All the other working parts will stay in place

Listen to me when I say, darling you're my everything

I didn't mean to hesitate, please stay with me

Cause I would never break your heart

I would only rearrange

All the other working parts will stay in place

Listen to me when I say, darling you're my everything

I didn't mean to hesitate, please stay with me