might become lyrics to a song

One day I was crying my brother told me I should write a song. And so... here it is what I tried in a 5 minutes cry.



I don't want to cry anymore
every time I think of you
and I don't even know why I still do
all I do is cry

All the lies you told me
all the pretty lies you told me
somehow now you don't care
how is it that you couldn't care?
and all I still do is cry

Even though it's been some time
I still wonder why
why you left me like that
why you went away with the sun
And all the things you used to say
how is it that you don't care anymore

And I know I'm lying to myself
when I think you might be thinking of me
but I can't help it, I just cry
wondering why you left me
and how could you go to the sun

I thought we were always going to be together
no matter what or how
but now I know you're better without me
you're better with the sun
and I still cry

And I don't even know why is it that I cry
but I just know that I love you
even though you went with the sun
I cry because I love you
and I can't believe we're not together anymore

But I wish I could forget you
forget us together
'cause we don't exist anymore
since you've gone with the sun

And I hope I can stop crying
I hope I can find someone else
someone better for me, like the sun is for you
though I know the sun will never be
better than me, 'cause I love you.




Copyright.

You know when you're like crying and you close your eyes very hard, thinking that if you do so you will suddenly disappear, and that even though you're not physically there, you can still take a look at absolutely everything, like you were a ghost or something. When you wish very bad to become invisible, and not just thanks to the Invisibility Cloak.
But then you just open your eyes, and you're still there, still crying like a baby.
And you try to close them once more, and you can even imagine the sound of yourself disappearing, like a "POOF" or something. But that's when you realize it's not going to happen, and you then wish you could go back in time, somewhere back in time when THAT moment was not even close to existing. And then you think "Fuck you, destiny!" And you remember Jack and Locke back there in the island, and then think again "This was meant to be." Still, you wish for that not to have existed, for you not to have suffered all that pain. For you not to suffer anymore.
And then of course you realize it's been like half an hour of you sitting on the bathroom toilette and someone from the outside is shouting at you "Hey! Get out of there! I need to use the bathroom, you moron!"

Bad, bad PUF!

Y justo cuando creía que ya lo había encontrado, ¡PUF! Se fue todo al carajo.
¿Por qué nadie me avisó? ¿O por qué nadie me advirtió?
¿Por qué es que lo hizo? Eso nunca lo sabré.
Si hay algo que odio es tener intriga, duda, no saber por qué pasan algunas cosas que me interesan, o que quiero. Y esto me mata. La intriga me mata. Aunque sea lo más horrible del mundo, necesito por alguna razón saberlo.
Algunos dicen que hay que olvidar. And, God, I'm really trying. "And some days I feel like dying. But I'm really only trying to get through."
When did all go wrong? What did I do?
"Was it something I said or something I did?" O al revés.
It hurts. "Give me novocaine."

Y muchas otras cosas que pasan por mi cabeza. Pero, por ahora, sólo esas.