Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Saw you crashing round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remember all the things you'd say
How your promises rang hollow
As you threw me to the ground
And if you're ever around
In the backstreets or the alleys of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in pity
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
When I dream I dream of your lips
When I dream I dream of your kiss
When I dream I dream of your fistsYour fists...Your fists
Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow for the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
The swelling goes down
And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow
And wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
Like Pierrot the Clown
every single day feels like a dream away from reality ,
like miss understood minned antithg
ever minute you last , every minute you breathe ,
if you dont have air , you will never cant breathe.
its like dont have sences , feelings, to something that you just cant explain or fix.
as if your body was possessed, or you just instinctively move
and just live, like there was nothing and you just take for taken
e oido de esas personas que son reclusas de sus propios sentimientos , que por mas que tratan de mostrarse, se opacan , con los errores comunes que surgen cuando mentalmente duermen y hacen, como si fueran zombies soñando que hacen algo, ellos viven constantemente en un ciclo(ensueño), un ciclo constante en el que o son sus sentimientos y valores o es simplemente todo hecho por una constante fortaleza creada tardia de los años, involuntariamente actuan y residen en un yo interior , donde no se reconocen y se estancan en un mundo, un mundo donde solo crean , su dolor, su amargura y su ironia. o al contrario la tardia, lo milagroso lo omniopotente.
esas personas parecen estar totalmente fuera de control inestables a la realidad, involuntarios a sus actos, activistas independientes, tanto que son independientes de sus enagenaciones confusas, indagaciones rencorosas abrumantes que se aislan en las entrañas mas opuestas que no todo el mundo es capaz de comprender. cuando existe esa confusion tan irrelevante no existe respuesta congruente que pueda ayudarlo, ya que es un ser inestable congetivamente , anclado en sus ideas que tienen cambios constantes, ya que nunca son las mismas, solo el sabe cuales prevalecen.
but the more i grow, the less i know
and i have so many lives
tough im not old...
and the more i see, the less i grow, the fewer the seeds the more i sow.....