siempre

From the wrinkles on my forehead to the mud upon my shoe everything's a memory with strings that tie to youIn my dream I'm often running to the place that's out of you of every kind of memory with strings that tie to you though a change has taken place and I no longer do adore her still every god forsaken place is always right around the corner now I know it's either them or me so I'll bury every clue and every kind of memory with strings that tie to you and every kind of memory with strings that tie to you

incendio de nieve

es parecido a la perfección, eres un imposible con piel de sueño.

nadie sabe

por más que gritaba nadie lograba escuchar una palabra entonces se encontró con la realidad... nunca más le prestaria atencion...