frenesì

viernes, 1 de julio de 2011

El vacío es llorar mientras todos ríen. Es llorar pero sin saber por qué. Es no esperar nada, es saber que no podes buscar, es estar solo en compañía, es peor que no tener respuestas, es no tener preguntas.

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People are strange, the doors

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

When you're strange