City of Lost Dreams
I'm nobody. Dreamer/Illustrator(?) Some kind of artist. Maybe I can invite you a cup of coffee...
1I hate this mood, sink me and doesn’t let me go.
I hate this feeling that everything is wrong, I know nothing feels good as before.
Hate this melancholy, this nostalgia, this anger.
I hate this.
Por esas noches en que los pensamientos no tienen descanso.
Por las dudas revolotean en la oscuridad.
Por aquellos sueños perdidos.
Por esas desilusiones inesperadas.
Por la soledad y el cansancio.
Por esa única razón que no te deja dormir.
I think you didn’t understand even a quarter of what I said, neither paid attention, you gave overlooked. And you say “I don’t have the solution” at least you could say you will do the effort, that you’ll try, but no, not even tell me that things will be fine or we can fix it, and still you wait that I think that you care. I don’t know if you wait until I get tired and I go on my own. I like to disappear for you realize. And I still wait something.
I’ve been here before a few times
And I’m quite aware we’re dying
And your hands, they shake with goodbyes
And I’ll take you back if you’d have me.
So here I am, I’m trying
So here I am, are you ready?
Come on let me hold you, touch you, feel you.
Always.
Kiss you, taste you, all night.
Always.
And I’ll miss your laugh, your smile.
I’ll admit I’m wrong if you’d tell me.
I’m so sick of fights, I hate them.
Let’s start this again, for real.
It use to be just me and you.
