Believe.

Será tu voz que me derrite el alma y no puedo escuchar, será tu cuerpo que me hace perder la calma y no puedo abrazar

Todos los enamorados del mundo creen que su amor es único y distinto, pero el de ellos sí lo era. Estaban hechos el uno para el otro, se tenían y deseaban fundirse en uno solo. Cuando estaban juntos el tiempo se aceleraba, y cuando estaban separados se hacía eterno. Podian pasarse horas mirandose a los ojos y nada más. Pero cuando se acariciaban, se besaban. Entonces no hay palabras para describir esa emoción.

Quizás el amor verdadero sea una decisión. La decisión de jugártela por alguien, de entregarte a alguien sin pensar si te va a corresponder o si te va a hacer daño, o si es el amor de tu vida. Quizás el amor no es algo que te ocurre, quizás sea algo que tu escoges.

Yo confío mucho en tu enseñanza, vos confía en mi aprendizaje.

Made a wrong turn

Once or twice

Dug my way out

Blood and fire

Bad decisions

That's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood

Miss know it, it's all good

It didn't slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look I'm still around

Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel

Like you're less than fucking perfect

Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel

Like you're nothing; you're fucking perfect, to me

You're so mean

When you talk, about yourself

You're wrong, change the voices

In your head

Make them like you instead

So complicated

Look how we are making

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tied game

It's enough, I've done all I can think of

I've chased down all my demons

I see you do the same

Oooh oooooh

Pretty pretty please don't you ever ever feel

Like you're less than fucking perfect

Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel

Like you're nothing you're fucking perfect, to me

The whole world is scared so I swallow the fear

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer

So cool in lying and we tried tried tried

But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time

Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere

They don't like my genes, they don't get my hair

Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?