No es culpa de nadie

No es culpa de nadie, como culparse de estar atrapado en una via sin sentido disfrutando casi sadisticamente de la tortura mental. No es culpa de nadie, como culparse de quere pintar de rojo y negro las paredes una vez mas. No es culpa de nadie, como culparse de querer escupirse en la propia cara para liberar al demonio interno. No es culpa de nadie, como culparse de sentir un despliegue de adreanalina al oir una cancion y querer golpear algo sin ninguna verdadera razon.

"I'm on my way, Can't settle down, Stuck in ways of sadistic joy, and my talent only goes as far to annoy" - The Hives - Main Offender

...Solo...me doy cuenta

Busco en archivos perdidos de la computadora...oraganizo un poco el desastre y encuentro la fuente donde toooooodas las letras q he escrito han ido a parar...desde aquellas en mi idioma, hasta aquellas en lengua anglosajona...(las q me heche en ingles...q son la mayoria) y las leo todas, lentamente, una a una, me fijo en la esencia de cada una y llego a una conclusion que almenos aplico para mí y les digo:

Talvez un amor correspondido te de la inspiración para hacer 1 hermosa cancion de amor, pero el amor no correspondido te dara la inspiración para 1000 canciones de amor, ira, existencialismo, felicidad, infelicidad, amargura, locura, irreverencia, libertad, sueños y frustración y su esencia siempre es sincera, no mienten, fueron hechas con una parte del ser de su escritor, por que busco desahogar su alma en ellas, por que busco lograr un poco de paz mental dejando su insanidad en tinta.

Una canción

Bueno...estaba aburrido...asi q me puse a escribir una letrica...mmm...no se como decir de que trata...asi q cada uno interpretela como kiera...no se... me parece divertida : D

Well I guess this is the price that some of us have to pay
Well I guess that is not really my fault I can’t control myself
Well I guess I want more poison that I fuckin’ deserve
And I can keep guessing all fuckin’ night, but it takes me nowhere

And what happens in sinner’s land stays in sinner’s land
Trapped in an Alcoholic and semi suicidal everlasting life
Don’t take my hand please because I’m afraid of never coming back
And if the sun is black, let’s dance and dance until we can’t

Well I guess that this girl knows that she can kill whoever she wants
Well I guess she knows she got deadly weapons in her hands
Well I guess that beautiful insanity is for what we live and die
Well I guess this uncomfortable silence is gonna kill me pretty fast

And I am not me, NO, NO not anymore; I am just a mistake in this land
And I’m gonna show you I’m not good at all, and this is what we want
I’m not changing; I’m just learning new tricks to enjoy more this life
And I bleed and I bleed my arms, but I always look at the funny side

Well I guess I have to swallow all I want to say to you
Well I guess I have to carry on with these strange ups and downs
Well I guess that we know I wish this is not fuckin over yet
Well I guess I have to thank life for the people with a pretty open mind

And I have discovered that this is some kind of beautiful curse
That you’re creating slaves and you slay them in strange ways
And all this lust flying around and around, just around
Just flying, so free, the temptation so close, that you can see it
And all this lust just remembeingr you that it's real
You can watch all day but you can’t have it
You can watch all day but you can’t have it
You can watch all day but you can’t have it
YOU CAN WATCH ALL DAY BUT YOU WON’T HAVE IT
IT’S A MENTAL TORTURE …AND YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!!!

Well I guess I’d better end this fuckin song right now
Well I guess I’ll be fine, soon or later, and somehow
Well I guess that you can run and run but hiding is nonsense
Well I guess and fuckin’ guess, but let’s face it, in the end all of this is bullshit.