So many lies behind my eyes

Aparte de mi " Crazy handful of nothin' ", estático y que me define perfectamente, yo antes era de los que usaban su nick de msn para demostarle al mundo mi estado de ánimo. Poco sutil, llamaba bien la atención y el resultado era una basura de conversación.

Como hace tiempo que me aparté de ese rollo, "no puedo" tampoco poner trozos de letras de canciones que me gustan, así que a continuación copiaré una demasiado buena para este momento.

[Snack preview: escribiré sobre "ahora vas a ver cómo se pasa siendo tú el pisado y no el que siempre pisaba", sobre Viri (largo y tendido), y también sobre lo mierda que soy. O esa es mi intención, sobretodo para tener más soltura a la hora de escribir por lo que me pagan.]

Amy Macdonald-Poison Prince

A poetic genius,
Is something I don't see,
Why would a genius be trippin on me?

And he's looking at me now,
But what he can't see is that i'm looking through his eyes,
So many lies behind his eyes...
And tell me stories from the past,
And sing me songs you wrote before...

I'll tell you this my Poison Prince,
You'll soon be knocking on heaven's door.

Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze,
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.

And what we all want,
And what we all crave,
Is an upbeat song,
So we can dance the night away.

Oh, who said life was easy,
Who said life was fair,
Who said nobody give a damn,
And nobody even care.

The way you're acting now,
Like you left all behind,
You've given up,
You've given in,
Another sucker of that slime.

Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze,
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.

And what we all want,
And what we all crave,
Is an upbeat song,
So we can dance the night away.