The minute i met you

I would like to start off by saying I had everything to do with it,
You may think that I lie real well,
you can tell that I'm holding it in,

Nevermind the time or the spinning of your head,
I could tell my life was changing,
Since the minute i met you,

And if I stop,
Ever thinking of you,

I'd probably choke on the words I never said,

And if I stop,
Ever thinking of you,
I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed,

And what a sight that'll be yeah,

I will never tell you this,
but I'm scared of falling apart,

It may seem like I'm holding it together but the weather is making it hard.

Never mind the time or the spinning of your head,
I could tell my life was changing, Since the minute I met you,

And if I stop,
Ever thinking of you,

I'd probably choke on the words I never said,

And if I stop,
Ever thinking of you,
I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed,

And what a sight that'll be,
All my friends surrounding me,
Just cause you've made it this far,
Doesn't mean you've made it,

And if I stop,
Ever thinking of you,

I'd probably choke on the words I never said,

And if I stop,
Ever thinking of you,
I'd bury my heart and fall back in my bed,

And what a sight that'll be,
And what a sight that'll be yeah.

•Y sabes que lloro yo por vos, una mañana cambiaste tan solo para mi.

• Otra tarde sin tu voz es un sueño menos.

• Y me miraste con tus ojos de ilusión y te quedaste con un triste corazón.

En esa habitación no era necesario encender las luces, la luna se encargaba de dejar a la vista los detalles necesarios para que todo fuera perfecto, los ojos lentamente se acostumbraron a la penumbra.

Las manos comenzaron sus recorridos habituales, dos pares de manos dispuestos en los caminos que ya habían recorrido un millón de veces, tantearon y previeron todo, como si en sus mentes supieran exacto lo que harían después, lo sabían.

More than ever, i will be broken... and you never stay.

Be.

El secreto mejor guardado entre las cuatro paredes de tu habitacion, lujuria y pasion atrapadas entre sabanas sin nombres ni rostros, conciencias carentes de todo lo humano, efimero ir y venir de palabras a la nada, simplemente un fantasmas de tus noches de realidad. Heinkel .