Estos días han sido muy complicados. Por lo general en mi caso los días transcurren todos relativamente iguales. Pero me propuse hacer un cambio en mi, tratar de dejar de ser los que soy y empezar a ser algo distinto... el problema es que pasa lograrlo uno debe ver en su totalidad lo que quiere cambiar. En solo 2 dias pase por muchos estados, de una angustia inacabable a una furia abismal. Y de repente me encontre nuevamente frente a un teclado sabiendo que lo que escribo no es bueno, pero que me sirve para sacar toda esa mierda. Y fué en ese momento en el que me di cuenta realmente que lo que quiero es dejar de estar roto. Porque lo que vi es un monton de huesos rotos.



Walking a fine line between wrong and right
And I know...
There is a part of me that I try to hide
But I can't win
And I can't fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside

Now I am calling
Hoping you'll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won't fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend... These broken bones

Caught in the confines of the simple life
And I am...
Holding my head high in the rising tide
And I can't win
And I can't fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside

Now I am calling
Hoping you'll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won't fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend... These broken bones

But Oh
Yeah

I'm not coming home now
I know...
I'm so far away
So far from home
I'm not coming home now
I know...
I'm so far away
I'm so far away

And I can't win
And I can't fight
I keep holding on too tight

Now I am calling
Hoping you'll hear me
We all need somebody
To believe in something
And I won't fear this
When I am falling
We all need somebody
That can mend... These broken bones

And I can't win
And I can't fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside

And I can't win
And I can't fight
I keep holding on too tight
Running away from the world outside