Tú fuiste algo egoísta,
y yo fría...
No era el momento para nosotros, vida mía.
Fuimos víctimas de tiempo incoordinado,
porque tú querías más que yo;
y yo no pude dártelo.

Rol de Madre.

Ya sé que soy joven, pero, ¿por eso tengo que ser una pendeja pelotuda?
Confieso que cuento con la ¿mala? suerte de que no me gusta el alcohol. Es algo que tengo desde chica, todos los gustos fuertes, como el ajo, la pimienta o cualquier tipo de mentol no me gustan.
Pero en fin, voy a una fiesta, con amigos, y todos toman. Está bien, yo no les impido que tomen... Ahora, si tenés tan poca resistencia al alcohol que con medio vaso de cerveza ya estás dado vuelta, ¿no te parece ilógico bajarte 4 shots de mezcla de licores? Y es obvio, cuando trato de parar a mi amiga porque sé que le hace mal, me etiquetan de aburrida y cara de culo.
Y lo peor es que después estas mismas "amigas" son las que a mis espaldas se quejan de lo "inmadura" que soy. ¡Que bello es saber que cuento con amigas tan buenas que cuando yo haga algo que me haga mal no me van a parar!
Entiéndase, no estoy diciendo que soy la más madura o la más inteligente del grupo, pero creo que es cuestión de sentido común, ¿no? Si sos alérgico a los camarones, por más que sean tu comida favorita, y bueno, te la vas a tener que aguantar, porque te hace mal. ¿O yo estoy mal?
¿Desde cuando empezó a estar bien que la gente se autodestruya así? Digo, ya es normal. Pero estar bien, ¿cuando empezó a estar bien?
Si un amigo tuyo fuma; le sacás el cigarrillo de la mano, si es alérgico a la lactosa; le dás té en vez de leche, si se droga; hacés una intervención. Si sabés que tomándose medio vaso de cerveza se pone en pedo, y lo ves cazando el licor de menta, que pasa, ¿no hacés nada?
Y cualquiera diría "bueno pero le gusta tomar, y no la va a matar". Podríamos decir lo mismo de los anteriores tres ejemplos (en el caso de que la alergia no sea grave), ninguno te mata... hasta que lo hace. ¿Está mal querer evitar que al día siguiente tu amigo se sienta mal, tener que estar corriéndole atrás porque le duele el estómago o la cabeza como si fueras la madre?
Que puedo decir, yo ya me harté. Me cansé de jugarla de madre.
¿Y cuál es la peor parte? Qué no importa que tan harta esté, siempre voy a ocupar ese papel.
Creo que acabo de envejecer unos 10 años nada más escribiendo eso. Que deprimente es tener cerebro.

“Yo sé lo que quieres,” dijo la bruja del mar; “es una decisión muy estúpida de tu parte, pero tendrás lo que quieres, y te traerá pena, mi hermosa princesa. Quieres deshacerte de tu cauda, y tener dos soportes en vez, como los seres humanos en la tierra, para que el joven príncipe se pueda enamorar de ti, y que puedas tener un alma inmortal.” Y entonces se rió de una manera tan fuerte y enfermiza que las formas dentro de la caverna se sacudieron bajo las vibraciones de su escalofriante voz.

“Y llegas justo a tiempo,” la bruja dijo; “porque después del amanecer mañana yo no podré ayudarte hasta que termine otro año. Prepararé un brebaje para ti, con el cual deberás nadar a tierra firme antes del amanecer, y sentarte en la orilla y beberlo. Tu cauda entonces desaparecerá, y se encogerá para formar lo que los hombres llaman piernas, y tú sentirás gran dolor, como si una espada estuviera atravesándote."

"Pero todos quienes que te vean dirán que eres la más hermosa muchacha que jamás hayan visto. Conservarás la misma gracia, como si flotaras con cada paso al moverte, y ningún bailarín jamás se deslizará tan suavemente; pero a cada paso que des se sentirá como si estuvieras deslizándote sobre afilados cuchillos, y la sangre deberá correr.

Si soportas esto, te ayudaré.”

¿Quién te ha dicho que la felicidad es imposible?

Rodéate de amigos y familia, rodéate de ese verdadero amor,

y verás que la felicidad no es un sueño inalcanzable.

Oh somewhere deep inside of theses bones, an emptyness began to grow.
There's something out there, far from my home, a longliness I've never known...
There's an empty place in my bones that calls out for something unknown.
...but still does nothing for this empty tears.

Creep

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye.
You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry...
You float like a feather, In a beautiful world.
I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul!
I want you to notice when I'm not around,
Whatever makes you happy,
Whatever you want.
You're so fucking special,
I wish I was special...
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo...
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here...

Not Meant To Be.

It's never enough to say I'm sorry, it's never enough to say I care. But I'm caught between what you wanted from me, and knowing if I give that to you, I might just disappear. It's never enough to say I love you. No, it's never enough to say I try. It's hard to believe that's there's no way out for you and me, and it seems to be, the story of our life. Is there still time to turn this around? Should we be building this up, instead of tearing it down? But I keep thinking, maybe it's too late. Nobody wins when everyone's losing. Oh, it's like one step forward and two steps back, no matter what I do you're always mad, and I can't change your mind. Oh, it's like trying to turn around on a one way street, I can't give you what you want and it's killing me. And I, I'm starting to see; maybe we're not meant to be.
I, I finally see, that baby we're not meant to be.

Can I Have This Dance?

Take my hand, take a breath. Pull me close, and take one step. Keep your eyes locked on mine, and let the music be your guide.

Promise me, won't you promise me, that you'll never forget? To keep dancing, wherever we go next?

Take my hand, I'll take the lead, and every turn will be safe with me. Don't be afraid, afraid to fall... You know I'll catch you through it all.

And you can't, or even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart. 'Cause my heart is wherever you are.

What we have is worth fighting for. You know I believe, that we were meant to be.

It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do. And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.

.............So can I have this dance?

Can I have this dance?...........

Can I have this dance?

You and Me.

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive. I can't keep up, and I can't back down... I've been losing so much time. Some of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right. I'm tripping on words, you've got my head spinning, I don't know where to go from here. There's something about you now, I can't quite figure out. Everything she does is beautiful, everything she does is right. You and me, and all other people with nothing to do, nothing to prove. And it's you and me and all other people, and I don't know why; I can't keep my eyes off of you. 'Cause it's you and me, and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose. And it's you and me, and all other people, and I don't know why; I can't keep my eyes off of you and me.

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive.

Breathing.

I'm finding my way back to sanity, again. Though I don't really know what I am gonna do when I get there. Take a breath and hold on tight, spin around one more time and gracefully fall back in the arms of grace...
I am looking past the shadows of my mind into the truth, and I'm trying to identify the voices in my head. God, which one's yours? Let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel alive, and break these calluses off of me one more time.
'Cause I am hanging on every word you say, and even if you don't want to speak tonight; that's alright with me. 'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside Heaven's door, and listen to you breathing. Is where I want to be.
Nothing more than sit outside your door and listen to your breathing.
That's where I want to be.

Blind.

I was young but I wasn't naive... I watched helpless as she turned around to leave. And still I have the pain I have to carry, a past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried.

I would fall asleep; only in hopes of dreaming that everything would be like it was before... But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting, they disappear as reality is crashing to the floor.
After all this time I never thought we'd be here. And my love for you was blind, but I couldn't make you see it; that I loved you more than you'll ever know, and a part of me died when I let you go.

"But

what

could I

ever do

without you?"