New

New look... new things... new heart...

Gooooooooood!!!!!!!!!!

Estaba lejos, pero aqui escribi algo para ti:

Can't work,

can't concentrate.

I'm thinking on you.

Who are you anyway?

You're the memory of some past pain,

or you're the new experience that my heart wants

but part of my brain rejects?

Who i am anyway?

Am i the ilusionist that dreams of utopia,

or Am i the sceptic minded that travelled all around?

Who are they anyway?

The ones that want's a teacher and a carer,

the ones who ache a juicy gossip,

the ones that want's to see me happy?

Toy fundia y pico... no me preguntes mucho.

jeje!