Hasta Contar a Mil - Jotdog

Desde que te fuiste ya no quiero comer
pues no me alimenta nada
Desde que te fuiste ya no puedo soñar
y es que duermo despierta
Tengo el corazon anorexico de amor
Y el amor lo atormenta
Me tiembla el cerebro me tiembla la razon
Y tu me tranquilizas
Desde que te fuiste no puedo respirar
Pues tus demonios me asfixian
Desde que te fuiste ya no puedo hablar
Pues .... mi vida
Piensas que dominas y controlas el calor
Que me quema el alma
Luego me lastimas y quieres pedir perdon
Y nunca te arrepientes
Ohhhhhhhh
Y es que sabes que yo
Me mataria por ti
Y volveria a nacer
Reencarnaria en ti
Te construiria una altar
para rezar por ti
Luego te haria el amor
Hasta contar a mil
Desde que te fuiste mi identidad perdi
Y no la puedo encontrar
Desde que no estas ya no hay concentracion
Y ya no puedo pensar
Tengo anorexico el maldito corazòn
Y se derrite mi alma
Quiero que regreses y nos demos un perdon
Estoy muriendo por dentro
Y es que sabes que yo
Me mataria por ti
Y volveria a nacer
Reencarnaria en ti
Te construiria una altar
para rezar por ti
Luego te haria el amor
Hasta contar a mil
yooooooo
sabes que yo me mataria por ti
Y volveria a nacer
Reencarnaria en ti
Te construiria una altar
para rezar por ti
Luego te haria el amor
Hasta contar a mil
Desde que te fuiste ya no quiero vivir
La verdad no me interesa....

¿Por qué en la tele cuando una mujer cree que esta siendo engañada; en realidad es que el novio esta planeando una sorpresota para ella; y en mi vida real, cuando creo que me estan engañando, realmente me estan engañando?

Si te hago tanto mal - Marco Antonio Solís

Si te hago tanto mal
Mejor dejame tranquilo
antes que se rompa el hilo que quedó,
Sosteniendo lo poco que se salvó,
De nuestro amor

Si te hago tanto mal
¿Porque le das tantas vueltas?
Y te evitas ridiculizarme más

Para que esto termine en santa paz
¿O me voy o te vas?


El videito de Domingo por la mañana!!! Esta canción me hizo llorar una vez haha, claro, dedicadisima también.

You leave me no room to bleed

con dedicatoria....

She it's really....Me

She was so in love that once it was gone...she understood that in his eyes it felt so right. In his arms it felt like nothing could be wrong. She can't get away from that comfort...she can't find another comfort like it...no other love is the same as the one before it or after it...She can't let go of that memory...that feeling...and because of it she compares everyone else to what she knows was the best thing THUS FAR in her life...She is recalling everything that was...stuck in the past and regrets letting him go for whatever reason they decided to part. And most apparently she can't get back with him so she can only remain wishful to the thought of being the only person in his heart like before.

LITTLE MISS OBSESSIVE

Woah, woah, woah (The side of your bed is still mine)
Woah, woah, woah (The side of your bed is still mine)

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything is such a blur, it didn't come out right
All of a sudden it's cold and we're falling apart
No this can't be please don't leave me alone in the dark

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Woah, woah, woah (The side of your bed is still mine)
Woah, woah, woah (The side of your bed is still mine)

I never been a fan of long goodbyes
I'm at the finishline and you're just way too far behind
In the morning, I got in the fight with myself
I got the bruises to prove it
Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Now, it's like a fairy tale without a happy ending
But then again maybe we are just pretending
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care.

And I guess we're really over, but come over, I'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.

Little miss (woah), little miss (woah), little miss (woah), little miss obsessive
Little miss (woah), little miss (woah), little miss (woah), little miss obsessive

Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate
A little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Woah, woah, woah (The side of your bed is still mine)
Woah, woah, woah (The side of your bed is still mine)