Candy says
I've come to hate my body
And all that it requires in this world
Candy says
I'd like to know completely
What others so discretely talk about
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly
Over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me
Candy says
I hate the quiet places
That cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says
I hate the big decisions
That cause endless revisions in my mind
I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me
b. orton, antony, l. reed.
todos ellos tocan esta canción en directo.
sobre nuestras cabezas, los restos del huracán rita (lo siento wilma, pero todos los huracanes se llaman rita para mi) .
me siento como si te hubieses ido (otra vez).
Comentarios
No sé a qué te refieres con lo de 'gracias por lo del título...'.
El chicle se quita de la ropa con un hielo, lo vas congelando y al ponerse duro se puede quitar de la ropa, aunque siempre quedan restos...
Sed buenos y felices.
besotes
lolail