Lilly

Creer en la vida es: sentir, arriesgarse, creer, equivocarse, ilusionarse de nuevo, levantarse, aprender, soñar, llorar, disfrutar, arrepentirse, perdonar, olvidar, amar pero sobre todo, es creer en la autenticidad de que eres único.

Confessions of a broken heart.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older

Why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

And I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater
I dream of another you
The one who would never (never)
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed
So why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go
Why’d you have to go!!

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don’t know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

I love you,
I love you♥
I love you
I....!!!!!
I love you!!

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don’t know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth...
Did you ever love me!!!?
Did you ever love me?
These are.....
The confessions...of a broken heart

Recostada.

Y te descubres ajena a tu cuerpo, como si fuera un huésped no bienvenido en mi alma, sentía un dolor abismal en el estómago de preocupación, de abandono. Si mi cuerpo pudiera hablar en este momento gritaría que no me quiere más, que esta asustado del monstruo en que me he convertido, que no desea ser torturado más, que ultimamente me he empeñado a deshacerme de el, que mi mente peligrosa se lo dice: Jamás me había sentido tan extraña, tan succionada de mis facultades e inmersa en mi inseparable (mal/bien) esquizofrenico humor.

Las cosas imperceptibles son las más aterrados: el silencio, el espacio vació, el escrito no terminado, el cuerpo y sentido abandonados en la cama...

Wishes turn into ashes and no matter what I'm still feeling
empty, I've been locking all my feelings 'cause I guess no one
needs to know what happened these last days.
Somehow I realized all your happiness means unknow causes, a little illusion where
everything looks comfortable, but above all that imaginative bullshit hides reality and it
really stinks to watch your life fade into black.
I'm just sittin' in hush, waiting for someone to pull me back from the edge
wish everything was all right, wish things get better in a blink of an eye
but that's not gonna happen. People never change, they don't regret of their mistakes
'cause no one even noticed when people get hurt, they're just stuck in their ego status
wondering how wonderful and happy their life is.
I'm talking for the silent souls who never make a sound, never shout our ideals out.
I'm on the middle of the teenage era where everything seems to be so confused and nothing make sense at all.
But I'M STILL DREAMING 'CAUSE THAT'S ALL I CAN DO FOR NOW... BREATHE!