sábado, 19 de noviembre de 2011

La purga es necesaria, dejarlo arder es lo inteligente...

 Sometimes I wish I was robotic.      
All mechanical, and made of steel.
Sometimes, I wish I never knew you,                    
All my problems, would turn to dust.

I would never be like you are,
I would never act that way.        
And like in 1953
I'll burn you like a book.

Sometimes, I wish I was narcotic,
Full of heroin, and tranquilized.
Sometimes, I wish I was psychotic,
Leaving everything behind me.

Sometimes I hurt myself on purpose.
Just to see if I am still alive.
Sometimes, I wake up late at night.
And I realise, there's nothing left behind.


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