no se usar el coso este

You’re sorta stuck where you are But, in your dreams you can buy expensive cars, Or live on mars And have it your way And you hate your boss at your job Well in your dreams you can blow his head off In your dreams Show no mercy And all your bad days will end And all your bad days will end You have to sleep late when you can And all your bad days will end (repeat) ...

(tanto como esta):

Misery likes company, I like the way that sounds I`ve been trying to FIND THE MEANING, so I can write it down **Staring out the window, it`s such a long way down *** **I`d like to jump, but I`m afraid to hit the ground ** I can`t write a love song the way I feel today ___________(!) I can`t sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say _______(!!) Life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away _____(!!!) I SING this song to WHEREVER you are, As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms I`m tired of watching TV, it makes me want to scream Outside the world is burning, man it`s so hard to believe ***Each day you know you`re dying from the cradle to the grave *** ***I get so numb sometimes, that I can`t feel the pain *** I can`t write a love song the way I feel today I can`t sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say Life is feeling kind of strange, it`s strange enough these days I SEND this song to WHOEVER you are, As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms Staring at the paper, I don`t know what to write I`ll have my last cigarette-well, (turn out the lights) Maybe tomorrow I`ll feel a different way ___________________! But here is my delusion, I don`t know what to say __________! I can`t write a love song the way I feel today I can`t sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say And I can`t fight the feelings, that are BURNING IN MY VEINS______________!!! I SEND this song to whoever you are, As my guitar, lies bleeding ... I can`t write a love song the way I feel today I can`t sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say And I can`t fight the feelings, that are BURIED IN MY BRAIN______________!!! I SEND this song to YOU whoever you are, As my guitar, lies bleeding As my guitar lies bleeding in my arms WHILE my guitar lies bleeding in my arms _____________________________________________

Noté q escuchar algunas canciones de los beatles es como estar en silencio
solo q es un silencio que acaricia
Noté q el silencio me parece una pared de ruidos con ecos que rebotan
Noté que siento cosas que prefiero no pensar
no se merece que la recuerdo si escucho TrAvis
Pienso que quiero tener la mente en blanco, para poder dormir
Y entonces , pardójicamente rezo.
A veces me duermo.
Muchas veces divago.
y
Si hay música a veces duermo.
(antes no)