Por fuera todo vemos es arcilla. Que oculta la luz perfecta. Pero nadie sabe realmente el dolor adentro. . Comprendo cunto duele ser el que nunca ha visto.
Saturdays have never been the same. And I still can't believe you're gone. So many things I wish that I could say. I guess the hardest part of moving on.
Set this place on fire, burn it to the ground. 'Cause I don't want to live here anymore. Take away these thoughts that empty me. Could you take them all away?.