Staring at the moon I ask myself why… Why is it so cold and so far away from me? Sleepless during this night my memories start to take over, remembering the bright of it, the warm of it.

Hollow in my eyes and cold tears coming out… Expose to your new blunt stare I felt useless and ashamed of myself, like a disease under the microscope.

When I thought I was running with the warm of the sun in my body and the soft touch of the wind in my skin I wasn’t. I was just falling in a dark pit straight to oblivion.

You didn’t do this to me, it wasn’t a lie… I was just my stupid heart feeling alive again…

Tirado en el suelo, arrancándome todos estos sueños de mi corazón… Derrotado y completamente desalmado, sigo sacándome todas estas esperanzas… Sacándote de mí.

Scattered over the floor all those charming dreams… All those parts of me… Can’t help but to think none of them you dreamed it with me.

                I’m sorry… my heart is a bad beaten love writer and I was…
                                                                              I was just reading another story.