3 ago. 2010

Y despertar...

¿Por qué? ¿Por qué no puedo acostarme y cuando despierte todo haya acabado? ¿Por qué todo es tan complicado? Se trata de blanco o negro, el gris no entra en la gama de colores creo yo vamos. Claro que es mejor que todo sea pensado con cautela y eso lo comprendo y lo respeto. Es mejor que el momento sea cuando tenga que ser y no por haberlo forzado, pero joder, ¿por qué el tiempo tiene que pasar tan lento?

Todo esto me recuerda a una canción de Green Day... "Wake me up when september ends". Que pedazo de vídeo, que pedazo de canción...



Summer has come and passed,
the innocent can never last,
wake me up when september ends.

Like my father's come to pass,
seven years has gone so fast,
wake me up when september ends.

Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
becoming who we are.

As my memory rests,
but never forgets what I lost,
wake me up when september ends.

Summer has come and passed,
the innocent can never last,
wake me up when september ends.

Ring out the bells again,
like we did when spring began,
wake me up when september ends.

Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
becoming who we are.

As my memory rests,
but never forgets what I lost,
wake me up when september ends.

Summer has come and passed,
the innocent can never last,
wake me up when september ends.

Like my father's come to pass,
twenty years has gone so fast,
wake me up when september ends.
Wake me up when september ends.
Wake me up when september ends.

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