Esto no puede estar pasandote a vos.
Por favor, te lo pido por favor, curate! te necesito.

I'm fucked up. Everything is gone away. I'm not even writting any more. I don't know what things I would like to do when I grow up, I feel so useless at all the areas of my life. Even music has disapointed me. I'm not sure if a would like make or teach music any more. He's dying and it's seems I'm dying with him because I don't like anything, I don't love anyone. I don't want to die but life is getting hard you know?... I don't know, I think I'm lost in this world, in this society. Everything seems so fake, so fragile. I don't even care about past anymore. This is a strange feeling...don't care about people who I was obsessed with. Well, maybe I care about them but in a healthy way you know?, I mean they've changed and I've changed too, so I wish they are ok but far far away from here. I think I'm worried about future. What am I gonna do with my life, if I'm gonna stop fucking things and running away from every relationship. I'm worried because for the first time in my life I'm thinking seriously the fact that I'm possible going to be a lonely person for ever.I'm not even sad about this or happy about good things. I'm just surviving. I think I need a fucking boyfriend or alcohol or something... Fuck me, I'm fucking fucked up.

Ce,

Crazy Blood

Must be the crazy blood in me makes me feel like i do
so mean and evil so low down and blue
if you see me coming better turn and look away
if i get too close to you
better close your eyes and pray.

nobody knows the trouble i’ve been
torn up and twisted time and time again
had a chance to make changes but i threw it away
can’t go on forever can’t go on this way...

Simplemente no me puedo llevar bien con la gente promedio. Sabes, me molesta. Me encrispa los nervios. No los puedo ignorar. Tengo que encararlos. Solo les digo que odio sus agallas o no les hablo.

About a son.

Gravedigger,
when you dig my grave,
could you make it shallow
so that i can feel the rain?

Excuse me please, one more drink.
Could you make it strong? cause I don’t need to think...

Was I a fool to think?
The way you looked at me
I swear you did
But you looked away too quick
Was I a fool, was I a fool to think
That you would take me home
As if I was yours
Was I a fool to think at all?

I mean...you crush me...

Two Step

Hey my love do you believe that we might last a thousand years
Or more if not for this,
Our flesh and blood
It ties you and me right up
Tie me down

Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain hey We climb on two by two
To be sure these days continue
Things we cannot change...