Tengo ganas de escribir, pero no se me ocurre que poner...
Tengo ganas de descargarme, pero no se como...estoy mal, i know...but I dont know why...
Its really all about time...but, In the waiting I'm dying, a little bit everyday.

Let's convince ourselves
It's all under control
a storm that we can break
But is this what we want?
'Cause we might miss the hate
you know it feels so good
To make the same mistake,

Do you remember how we started?
Fairytale got twisted and decayed
The innocence has all been broken
How did we get this way?