I got a new song...

It's your life
Don't you let 'em tell you when to bat your eyes
You're the only one who's gonna sacrifice
Makes no difference if you're right or wrong
Take that ride
But I want your little sister by your side
Maybe little later we can all collide
Do our livin' like a rollin' stone
Time on me is wasted time


Innocent smile
Runnin' free
Baby gonna give it like it used to be
Show your face
Lovin' in the shadows like you got no name
Enough to make a little boy go insane
Be my guest to let it out tonight
It's okay
I know all about the little games you play
Shakin' your apple right in my face
Only when you know that I'm beggin' for a bite
Time on me is wasted time
I'm gonna get your ma'
I'm gonna get your pa'
I'm-a tell everybody just what I saw.
So won't you show your face
Your little apple shake
I know the love you gave
I know the love you take
Time on me is wasted time

 

Kiss the boys as they walk by, call me their baby.
But little do they know, I'm just a maybe.
Maybe my baby will be the one to leave me sore.
Maybe my baby will settle the score.

I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don't want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don't want to be to be your baby-sitter
You're a very big boy now
I don't want to be you mother
I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months

you see it's too much to ask for and I'm not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don't want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don't want to be you food or the light from the fridge on your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for?
I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don't want to be you idol
See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights
I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart and its wounded beat
I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling

siempre me gusta auto responderme... "Yo no quiero algo común"

y hoy encontré esto... 

 

amén amén y mas amén

Y una ya no puede hacer pipí en su casa en paz... porque en cuanto levanta la tapa del escusado.... ESTA UNA RATA ESPERANDOLA :(

no soy marica, pero en realidad me asusto esa cosa :@!

catalina... u_u me has decepcionado... donde estas cuando te necesito u_u

whats... whats going on with the world...?

hahahahahaha tu me manques!

Señor no vuelvo a comer de esa manera…

MENTIRA!

al menos no en un tiempo…

iba de camino a Tecate…. y me pusieron una pelicula de baja calidad de esas que no me dejan dormirme porque las ves con la esperanza de que se pongan mejor…

tenia muy bonito significado… pero los actores eran un asco… el punto es…

en una de esas se supone que los personajes principales se van a divorciar y el muchacho esta platicando con un amigo y su amigo agarra la sal y la pimienta y las pega con cola loca…

y voltea con su el muchacho y le dice “ La sal y la pimienta no son iguales… pero siempre van juntas…”

el muchacho agarra los saleros pegados y trata de separarlos… y su amigo le dice “Si los separas vas a romper a alguno de los 2”

 

se me quedo muy grabado.

Estoy tan orgullosa de mi princesa que ya sabe ir al baño sola :’)