The story

All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them toIt's true...I climbed across the mountain topsSwam all across the ocean blueI crossed all the lines and I broke all the rulesBut baby I broke them all for youBecause even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel like a million bucksYou do
You see the smile that's on my mouthIt's hiding the words that don't come outAnd all of my friends who think that I'm blessedThey don't know my head is a messNo, they don't know who I really amAnd they don't know whatI've been through like you do
All of these lines across my faceTell you the story of who I amSo many stories of where I've beenAnd how I got to where I amBut these stories don't mean anythingWhen you've got no one to tell them to

Toda la gente es igual

Al menos me quedan tres...así es la vida...no sé que escribir, lo único que se es lo mal que me siento...pero todo se pasa y sólo queda aprender de estas experiencias...que sólo serán un recuerdo...uno más entre tantos.

De verdad esto fue mucho...sobretodo cuando crees que todas las personas son iguales...pero en realidad no lo son.

Creo que mantenerse alejado del resto del mundo...no ayuda...pero por el momento no quiero conocer más gente...me basta y me sobra con la que conocía el año pasado.