"Firts he told her he had a lover,
Then she told him she would enjoy his company,
And that's how they started their romance...
She pretended to be nonchalant about him as he gave his heart away,
but all she really wanted was to be the one,
And as this feeling grew they found themselves in a dilemma:
She wanted to be with him and he would run away from their feelings...
She bropke up with him for the first time, without tears or fears inside.
But addicted as she was, it didn't take long until they make up.
After many comes and goes, he finally left on plane without warning her
And when she found out about it, she cried uncontrolably,
Syhe met some other guys, he got alone again,
And when they reunited she was too broken to confess love,
Scared once again he would't understand.
On the other hand he believed her mask and hide himself away from feeling or causing pain.
And once again they got apart, separated by the convincing lies...
She found herself a man and he found his charming princess,
She lost many things along the way and he got all that he was missing.
But he never quit trying seeing her again,
and when she felt alone, he was ready to come along.
And once again there they were, this love was a disease none of them could let go,
No confessions were made until she finally decided that what she felt for him
She couldn't no longer keep inside.And they they finally spoke words from their hearts,
But nothing would be enough to make him leave his life behind,
Then hurted and afraid she decided to step back and leave him to decide.
But he couldn't do so and could never let her go,
So with pain her eyes she decided to be strong and tell him to look for her no more...
And now she writes this stupid story, as if anyone would care,
She feels that sooner or later it will wash away her pain..."

Feel me slipping through your bleeding fingers,
The palm of your hands being stinged by the thorns of my skin,
Can you feel the pain?
I'm vanishing in front of your eyes and yet you can't say the words...
Tongue-tied by the pain,
eyes swollen by the cloudy tears,
I'm torn apart by all the desire, pain, regret, restless nights, pleasure,
disdain, desperation and sorrow,
And yet you see me whole...
Are you that blind? Or am I naive enough to believe you wouldn't perceive it?
Your hands may be bleeding but it's my heart which is drained,
And this shade of pale on my face is just the astonishement of still being surprised
By your untruthful tongue.

Después del después,
Cuándo no puedas mirarme más,
Cuándo rechazarme con tu voz muda,
Mientras me reposo con dolor agudo,
Recordando del día en el que me alejé...
Después del después,
Cuando recordarme de tus ojos ciegos
Y, después, tristes, despiertos,
Recordaré las lágrimas que no lloré
Y del día en el que me alejé
Después del después,
Cuando acostarte con la memoria
De mis palabras crudas y de mis sentimientos desnudos
Te arrepentirás de tus acciones brutas
Y del día en el que me alejé...
Después del después,
Cuando llamarme fingiendo alegría,
Y yo, del otro lado de la línea,
Oír tu voz e sentirme perdida,
Recordaré porque me alejé.

"Our lives in our hands,
Yes, we can control our fate,
The choices we make are reflections of our essence
And they make the rules for our living...
We have to walk alone to learn the way,
And test our limits to know when to stop,
We may not know how to get there,
But we must know where to go.
It’s not easy to face our mistakes,
The worst are the ones we make against ourselves,
And forgiving ourselves is harder than forgiving others.
Love can’t be an excuse for indulging inflicted pain,
Loving someone else can’t be an excuse for lack of self-esteem,
Nothing is more important than our own desire,
It’ not selfishness, it’s survival…
Yes, I said you’d hurt me,
I knew… I always did
Eating me for breakfast and spitting me out,
You knew it… you always did…
Why did we stick together?
We both needed to learn something.
I did… did you?"

Some call it changing,
But it means more than this…
It’s adapting, fitting in your skin,
Feeling comfortable underneath…
Underneath… what lies there?
A world-to-be of shadows and brightness,
I have to stop me from wanting…
Is this changing or evolution?
Am I able to cry?
Am I able to leave?
Am I able t feel?
I can’t be blamed, I’m running away from shame.
They ask me to bleed, but I’m out of blood,
It’s that simple, it’s over.