jueves, 7 de abril de 2011
martes, 5 de abril de 2011
jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011
B.F.F Forever ~
Conchudezky: ¿Que decirte?
Sos mi B.f.f desde toda la vida, crecimos juntas, soñamos juntas, nos peleamos, nos gritamos, me hacías creer de que habían extraterrestres cerca de nuestra casa, tardabas en comerte el helado para hacerme desear después, yo te hice resbalar con el pan, jugabamos a que eramos las novias de los hermanos Reyes JAJA, nos poníamos rellenos en los corpiños, y seguimos soñando toda la vida, en siempre hacer algo diferente, de no ser las típicas adolescentes que piensan solo en moda, nosotras pensamos a lo grande desde chiquitas, para nosotras siempre todo fue una pasarela, con tacos bien altos y un toque de brillo y flash... la cámara!
Siempre, pensamos así, en estar en un lugar digno de ser, rodeadas de gente falsa y reirnos juntas por que nos tenemos a ambas en las buenas y en las malas y bueno somos así que mas podemos pedir? Solo Hacerlo, nos queda mucho tiempo, pero poco a la ves.
Te amo cabeza de papa podrida :B
Yo... La CDC ♥ (Cara de concha)
We both lie silently still in theDead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Tho' I tried not to hurt you
Tho' I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yea it does
I listen to your favorite song
Playin' on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of
Easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has it ever felt like this?
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like the knife that cuts you
The wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved our love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead if making love
We both made our separate ways
Now I hear you've found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
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