Psss..

Pos iba a escribir sobre las pinches banquitas de Sta. Anita... pero me empecé a sentir de la chingada y ya no escribo ni madres.

Ahí luego.

...And I’ve got nothing to say, I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face, (I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find that it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind (So what am I)
What do I have but negativity ’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me (Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone and the fault is my own, and the fault is my own...

I will never know myself until I do this on my own and I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today...

I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong

Pinche JMRM dónde jodidos estás cuando se te necesita????? Puras pinches fallas.