Como siempre, nerviosa. Ir muriendo en el metro rezando para que llegue luego a la estación.
Como siempre, atrasada. Salir corriendo del metro porque probablemente la prueba ya empezó.
Como siempre, desinformada. Llegar a la sala corriendo, abrir la puerta y ver que no hay nadie; habían cambiado la sala de la prueba y no tenía idea cual de las cientos de salas del campus era la nueva,
Como siempre, algo salva. Activar el wifi, esperar y que justo llegue un whatsapp de esa compañera salvadora que avisa en que sala es la prueba.
Como siempre, alterada. Dar la prueba a mil revoluciones por minutos después de la corrida y el nervio de empezar mas tarde que todos.
Como siempre, las notas siempre se demoran en estar listas.
martes, 26 de noviembre de 2013
Monday Running
Etiquetas:
chemist daily problems,
life,
metro-cosas,
random
domingo, 10 de noviembre de 2013
Vices
Drowning myself every night
Me vs Me has always been my biggest fight
I've been so confused for so long
And the answers always seem so far out of sight
So, I fill it up, fill it up one more time
So that When everything is wrong at least I still feel right.
I'm in a tunnel but I can't see light!
Where is my self control!
Where is my self control!
And I've been thinking this could be the end of me
Who is this person in the mirror I see
And I have come so far, thought I was so strong
The truth is I just fed myself a lie
For too long.
I never thought this would be me...
This is my vice, this is me weak.
Memphis May Fire - Vices
domingo, 3 de noviembre de 2013
Countdown
She's asking for help,
But she don't want to be saved.
Waiting for something
Without knowing why
She's brilliant, she's broken
She's beautiful, she's lost
When pain has involved her
She turns into her worst
And violence and anger
Are painted with tears
With memories, with blood
She's screaming out of fear
Counting down
Counting down
While we're fighting against the demons inside her soul.
Illogical
Time is witness of this murder
Critical
The clock is singing that the end is near...
She's a murderer
She's a victim.
She can make my heartbeat stop
But she's not strong enough.
But she don't want to be saved.
Waiting for something
Without knowing why
She's brilliant, she's broken
She's beautiful, she's lost
When pain has involved her
She turns into her worst
And violence and anger
Are painted with tears
With memories, with blood
She's screaming out of fear
Counting down
Counting down
While we're fighting against the demons inside her soul.
Illogical
Time is witness of this murder
Critical
The clock is singing that the end is near...
She's a murderer
She's a victim.
She can make my heartbeat stop
But she's not strong enough.
Somehow
I'm here to free your chained soul, she said
Want to remember your forgotten name
And I believed.
Like a hopeless doomed slave
Desperate, I needed to be blessed
Somehow, I believed.
My heart is beating faster
You don't know how much I loved her
Keep moving on, I'm screaming louder
I'm trying to stay on these broken pillars.
Love turned into the enemy
It pulled us down
It ended with us.
You're not the enemy my dear treasure,
Love is the enemy, it always is.
And now, Somehow,
I still believing,
Like an overburdened heart.
Because of you, I still believing
Somehow, someone, I still believing.
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