Pero no, no hay prisa; te duele el corazón al recordar su sonrisa, te duele con razón, pero no, no hay prisa.
Y vuelves a tu casa con la misma camisa, pero con manchas de ron.

diumenge, 29 de març del 2015

He was an ass. He made you fall for him and he 
wasn't there to catch you. But worst of all he made 
you trust you. Made you think that he wasn't 
like all the others. And you know what? 
He was right. He's not like all the others. 
He's worse.