sing a song...of love?

Just tell me what you've got to say to me
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth
It comes as no surprise at all you see
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through

Now I know your heart, I know your mind
You don't even know you're bein' unkind
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways
Just use me up and then you walk away
Boy, you can't play me that way

Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you

I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman

When I saw my best friend yesterday
She said she never liked you from the start
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same
But you always knew you held my heart

And you're such a charming, handsome man
Now I think I finally understand
Is it in your genes, I don't know
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure
Why did you play me this way

Well I guess what you say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you

I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman

Well I guess what they say is true
I could never spend my life with a man like you

I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman

ii

Creo que últimamente las cosas marchan mejor, después del recorrido con mis amigos, de los zapes, de las largas charlas, de los buenos y malos consejos, al final siempre he sido yo tratando de caminar, seguir caminando... me detuve lo admito...
Ahora sigo y mi vida se ha llenado de cosas "freaks" "chidas" y bueno al final es "una etapa en nuestras vidas" ... hago un poco referencia a esta frase que me dijeron hace poco, porque el nuestro es un numero... un numero que restándole uno siguen dos y punto... ahora es difícil saber si conservar esa cantidad de sensaciones es bueno, solo se que desde ese momento en que lloré-reí-pensé-pensé-temblé-lloré es diferente. Todo es en mí diferente. Y me aplaudo, jaja, que ego el mio, me aplaudo porque sigo en un piso que no es firme, porque quizá para nuestro bien un mañana no sea la mejor opción. Ahora soy yo... somos yo.

Y el somos no es impedimento para lo que sigue, es bonito decir la verdad y que aún así la gente esté para tí, sin pedir explicación alguna.No es un escrito de amor.No es un escrito de desamor.