She lives in a fairy taleSomewhere too far for us to findForgotten the taste and smellOf the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
With her feet on the ground
And her head in the cloudsWell go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba da ba

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trickAnd the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
or the wolves gonna blow it down





Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic
If it's not realYou can't see it with your eyes
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
Cause if it's trueYou can see it with your eyes
Even in the dark
And that's where I want to be.

2 comentarios:

  1. Nena jajaja por que todo en ingles pero bueno gracias a dios se un poco de este idioma jajajja uff creo que en esta vida tal como tu dices la mayoria de ello es tragico pero hay que aprender a lidiar con ello por algo somo "seres superiores" lo cual no es tan asi pero tenemos la facultad de saber que tomar en cuenta y que no, al menos yo los problemas los intento dejar de lado menos este que es el de la bulimia mas que nada...... uff besitos nena cuidate y perdon por no pasarme antes :D

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Son las ideas que caen en mi mente gastada,
que por mis hombros resbalan,
enredadas en mi cabello,
pero no se caen si no que se quedan
en mi pies pegadas,
impidiendo que que me mueva,
que avanze, que salte o que frite.

Son ideas que lastiman, que queman,
pero no puedo vivir sin ellas,
aunque ellas no me dejan vivir.