Eres todo lo que pedía pues mi alma vacía esperaba solo a tí eres el amor que esperaba lo único que faltaba para ser feliz Eres todo lo que pedí lo que mi alma vacía queria sentir eres lo que tanto esperaba lo que en sueños buscaba y que en ti descubri Tu has llegado a encender cada parte de mi alma cada espacio de mi ser ya no tengo corazon ni ojos para nadie solo para ti Eres el amor de mi vida el destino lo sabia y hoy te puso ante mi y cada vez que miro al pasado es que entiendo que a tu lado siempre perteneci Tu, has llegado a encender cada parte de mi alma cada espacio de mi ser ya no tengo corazon ni ojos para nadie Solo para ti, solo para ti Solo para ti, solo para ti Esto es de verdad lo puedo sentir se que mi lugar es junto a ti Es junto a ti Eres todo lo que pedia lo que no conocia y que en ti descubrí..
I think I've been telling lies cause I've never been in love. Everyone falls for the sunshine disguise, distracted by who they're thinking of. I'd rather date an idea; Something I'll never find. Sure, I'll live in the moment, but I'm never happy here I'm surrounded by greener looking time. Am I the only one wishing life away? Never caught up in the moment busy begging the past to stay Memories painted with much brighter ink; they tell me I loved, teach me how to think. I'll take what I can get cause I'm too damp for a spark. Kissing sickly sweet guys cause they say they like my eyes but I'd only ever see them in the dark. I'm sick of faking diary entries, got to get it in my head; I'll never be sixteen again I'm waiting to live, and waiting to love oh it'll be over, and I'll still be asking when. Am I the only one wishing life away? Never caught up in the moment busy begging the past to stay Memories painted with much brighter ink; they tell me I loved, teach me how to think. I'm sick of faking diary entries, got to get it in my head; I'll never be sixteen again I'm waiting to live, and waiting to love oh it'll be over, and I'll still be asking when. oh it'll be over, and I'll still be asking when.
You've got the best of both worlds You're the kind of girl who can take down a man, And lift him back up again You are strong but you're needy, Humble but you're greedy And based on your body language, And shoddy cursive I've been reading Your style is quite selective, Though your mind is rather reckless Well, I guess it just suggests That this is just what happiness is And what a beautiful mess this is And it's like we're picking up trash in dresses Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write Kind of turn themselves into knives And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear 'Cause here we are, here we are Although you were biased I love your advice Your comebacks ‒ they're quick And probably have to do with your insecurities There's no shame in being crazy, Depending on how you take these Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging And what a beautiful mess this is It's like picking up trash in dresses Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say Kind of turn themselves into blades And "kind and courteous" is a life I've heard But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh dear, 'Cause here, here we are, here we are Here we are [7x] We're still here What a beautiful mess this is It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes" And through timeless words and priceless pictures We'll fly like birds not of this earth And tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure But that's no concern when we're wounded together And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.
3:08 - sorry I hate to be the one to do this but it’s “well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you *say* [not write] kind of turn themselves into *blades* [not knives], kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard, but it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh dear.” Ahh sorry I feel pretty rude but anyways... Thanks for the vid!! Mind it I use it for a cover on my other account? I’ll leave the link, of course.
