Déjalo ser, a menos que te hunda.

Deja que permanezca. Deja que sea quien quiera ser. Puedes permitir que nazca, que muera, que respire, que sea. A menos, que cada aire que exhale te esté robando de tu propio oxígeno. A menos, que cada vez que hable te esté haciendo sentir cada vez menos importante. A menos, que cada vez que sea no te deje ser a ti. Déjalo ser, a no ser que eso te haga ser menos.

jueves, 16 de junio de 2011

Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for.

Some days I sit, starin' out the window, watchin' this world pass me by.. Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for, I almost break down and cry.. Somtimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh, so crazy.. Why am I here, am I just wasting my time? But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy, it all makes sense when I look into her eyes..
Sometimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders, everyone's leanin' on me.. Cuz sometimes it feels like the world's almost over, but then she comes back to me..
My baby girl keeps gettin' older, I watch her grow up with pride.. People make jokes, cuz they don't understand me, they just don't see my real side..
I act like shit don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.. But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy, it all makes sense when I look into her eyes..



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