What if I say I'm not like the others?
Puedes fingir que no te importa. Puedes engañar al mundo entero. Pero yo sé que no es así.
You´re making through the pain.
Puedes fingir que no te importa. Puedes engañar al mundo entero. Pero yo sé que no es así.
You´re making through the pain.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees
We could rule the world
On a silver platter
From the wrong to the right light
To an open stream
With a crash and burn
We could make it better
Turn it upside down
Just you and me
We are the dream
No other way
To be
I could change the world
I could make it better
Kick it up and down
When you fake a smile
And you think you're better
Gonna put it down
Rip it at your feet
No bridge to burn
Nowhere to turn
For me
What do they know about us?
Are they thinking of somebody else?
Are they wondering what we might be?
Are they thinking of you or of me?
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong
We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees
We could rule the world
On a silver platter
From the wrong to the right light
To an open stream
With a crash and burn
We could make it better
Turn it upside down
Just you and me
We are the dream
No other way
To be
I could change the world
I could make it better
Kick it up and down
When you fake a smile
And you think you're better
Gonna put it down
Rip it at your feet
No bridge to burn
Nowhere to turn
For me
What do they know about us?
Are they thinking of somebody else?
Are they wondering what we might be?
Are they thinking of you or of me?
Here is a girl, a normal girl, without the most minimal interest in being happy. he just hang in the same mood, every single day. But god, everytime that he saw you crying is sad is shoking and she cant do nothing about it, except loving you until you smile. Sorry for just trying my best and not being enough. Like a candle trying to support the sun. And still you`re the most beautiful one among all the things about me.
Dorian:
Qué raro es el sentido de lo bello si entre tanta inmundicia ella esta, quién lo ha de descubrir o se ha de revelar ¿acaso la belleza tiene un límite por serlo?
Qué alto costo tiene la belleza, que al verla en ella yo me veo a mi, habrá tenido que brindar su alma que poco ha de durar si no es así
Sybil:
Uno nunca elige su camino, el camino es quien te elige siempre a ti.
Sybil:
Creemos poseer el don de sorprender y al fin y al cabo es la vida quien sorprende siempre.
Dorian:
Puede que en instantes algo cambie y que se derrumbe al mundo aquí.
Sybil:
Qué raro es el sentido de lo bello si entre tanta inmundicia ella esta, quién lo ha de descubrir o se ha de revelar ¿acaso la belleza tiene un límite por serlo?Sybil:
¿Cómo he de escapar yo de este infierno? Si solo el infierno conocí, si ciega siempre fui como yo pretendo ver salidas que no veo que yo intuyo y deseo.
Dorian:Qué alto costo tiene la belleza, que al verla en ella yo me veo a mi, habrá tenido que brindar su alma que poco ha de durar si no es así
Sybil:
La noche grita llantos a distancia, que solo escucha aquel que ha de sufrir. Y víctima será mi paz no encontrare, mi sino es un destino cruel.
Dorian y Sybil:Hay quien desea huir y quien desea encontrar pero no importa pues el deseo escrito está al final. Los Dioses dictaran lo que sucederá y el infierno o el paraíso me esta esperando a mi.
Dorian:Uno nunca elige su camino, el camino es quien te elige siempre a ti.
Sybil:
Creemos poseer el don de sorprender y al fin y al cabo es la vida quien sorprende siempre.
Dorian:
Puede que en instantes algo cambie y que se derrumbe al mundo aquí.
Sybil:
O quien me dice brille la alegría y vea que no es todo siempre gris.
Dorian:
Resulta que es cual una gran ruleta que gira y tu número está allí.
Dorian y Sybil:
Por eso es que da igual, no se puede evitar: te toca si te ha de tocar.
Hay quien desea huir y quien desea encontrar pero no importa pues el deseo escrito está al final, los Dioses dictaran lo que sucederá y el infierno o el paraíso me esta esperando a mi.
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