Please wish me luck in this new way of life...

There's no need for you to say you're sorry, goodbye I'm going home.. I don't care no more so don't you worry, goodbye I'm going home... I hate the way that even though you know you're wrong, you say you're right.. I hate the books you read and all your friends.. Your music's shite, it keeps me up all night... I hate the way that you are so sarcastic, and you're not very bright.. You think that everything you've done's fantastic, Your music's shite it keeps me up all night.. And it will be nice to be alone, for a week or two.. But I know that I will be right back here with you....

This is how it works, you’re young until you’re not, you love until you don’t, you try until you can’t.. You laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe, until their dying breath.
No, this is how it works. You peer inside yourself, you take the things you like, and try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made, and stick it into some, Someone else’s heart.. Pumping someone else’s blood, and walking arm in arm..

But I read the note that you never wrote to me.

Algunas veces vivo y otras veces la vida se me va con lo que escribo; algunas veces busco un adjetivo inspirado y posesivo que te arañe el corazón; luego arrojo mi mensaje, se lo lleva de equipaje una botella…, al mar de tu incomprensión...