yes, i admit it
i need love and nothing more
how come it always ends like this
with me being the last to know

why do you all assume that i won't feel a thing
who the fuck do you think i am

my heart hurts and it's not because of you
i just don't know where to find me

i am nowhere and no one can see me

no me estoy llevando muy bien con esto de necesitar tanto y querer nada.

they are making our disorder stand
with glory dripping from our hands
we sank those words deep
where the guts once were
and now a flower field lays

today you refused
killing shadows
with long fingernails,
they’ve scratched the walls
leaving the mark of your mistakes

this is your disorder
and is no longer your chaos
it has become a lifetime disease
that will eat your eyes
until you turn blind


[federico cabrera]