I've always said I like singing because it helps me say what I think, what I feel, singing songs that I do not express q as saying. Long ago passed into oblivion and let my wounds, trying not to keep me bad feelings or resentment, be positive, to look with joy and enjoy those ...
Your memory follows here, as a downpour Ay
hits me hard, but simmer Ay
burns and wets the same, And I do not know what to think
If you remember me makes me good or bad
Those are no longer such if q ... I agree, I think over and over again Why? And little by little, listening, I'll know, I knew I did wrong, that I missed ... and finally I am aware, this helps me face life with enthusiasm, knowing these errors q the q To solve before it's too late .
A gray kiss, kiss white all depends on location,
I left, that's clear, but your memory does not go
feel your lips on summer nights,
They are there, watching me in my solitude
But sometimes I want to kill
not only think of one person, which I like, could be a friendship, but it is difficult to leave behind so many grudges and misunderstandings, so many quarrels, I think not only him, but in all those friends of the q stop procrastination know, for my poor head, not knowing how to stop my impulses.
Your memory follows here, as a downpour Ay
hits me hard, but simmer Ay
burns and wets the same, And I do not know what to think
If your remember me makes me good or bad.
sometimes gray, sometimes white all depends on location,
That you left, that is gone I know I have to forget
But I put a all my holy candle
There it is, to think more about me, Do not stop thinking about me
Think of me,
I felt your heart and poison
you do well, burning and wet, that comes and goes
where are you?
Caught between the verses and the farewell
often think, What will become of them? It saddens me to have lost them from view, letting them go, other times I q is better so, not all people are destined to feel comfortable with those around us, but not always think I can avoid ever be able to know about them?
Your memory follows here, as a downpour May
hits me hard, and falls so strong that even skin burns me up
burns and wets the same, And I do not know what I think If your memory does me good or harms me Your memory follows here, hits me hard, but it breaks, breaks, heart burns and wets the same, I know I have to forget if you remember me toward good or evil to me
A YOU ARE the q beside me, THANK YOU for all you've learned a lot, good and bad, and that made me grow as a person, who, with regret, I have to say q are gone, THANK YOU, for having spent for my life, for you are now I was mistaken in
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