first heartache of the season

don't hurt me, baby. please don't hurt me. if you do i'll run out of love for ever. so don't hurt me.

painting a lie seeing the colors but you seem closer to everything

bajo las nubecitas, parte dos de miles.

he left. again. he always leaves. and i'm always waiting. but he won't come back this time. he wastes my time, he makes me fall in love, he gives me guilt and he makes me fall out of love just to play me to fall back in. it's always about love. love songs, love tears, love stabbing me in the back, etc when it's actually quite simple. we found each other and we got off, or at least you did. i just got left hanging. i wish i had you around all the time. you don't even remember me. my friends keep saying i'm better off without you and that it's your loss. i don't necessarily see it that way. you're not around and i lost everything. EVERYTHING. it works for you, so eventually it will work for me too.


you're not even here and i'm still twisting to fit your mold.