es mentira que escribo las canciones de amor pensando en tí. es mentira que fui ladrón de bancos, es mentira que no lo vuelva a ser. yo sólo te conté media verdad al revés, que no es igual que media mentira.

Better run for cover, you're a hurricane full of lies. And the way you're heading no one's getting out alive. So do us all a favor, would you find somebody else to blame? 'Cause your words are like bullets and I'm the way your weapons aim. I guess I could fill a book with things that I don't know about you baby. You're not misunderstood but you got- you got to go. Living in a fantasy, don't even know reality. When you start talking I start walking, lies, lies, lies. Don't even wanna know the truth, the devil has his eye on you, girl. So don't forget your seatbelt, don't you think of picking up the phone. Better say your prayers 'cause you're never gonna make it home. Did you miss the stop sign? That last decision was your last, 'cause you can't come back once you're lying in the broken glass. And I hope you get to hear me say, "Who gets the last laugh now?" No more excuses, no more running, only God can save you now 'cause I know the truth; time is running out. And I'm just one drink away, and I'm back in Wonderland like it was yesterday. And I hope you get to hear me say, "Who gets the last- who gets the last- who gets the last laugh now?"

The girl and the ghost sit in the corner. The girl and the ghost, seems they have a lot to say. The girl and the ghost haven't seen each other in three years. The girl and the ghost feel simple seconds slipped away. The ghost and the girl, commonly connected by something bigger. A phenomenal set of the eternal trigger, that lets the light through that usually goes around, and around, and around. The girl and the ghost meet in the corridor. The girl and the ghost. They touch fingers and walk right through. The girl and the ghost feel so familiar and fearless. The girl and the ghost know each other like other people do.

-Freddie Mercury-

In a dream you appear for a while, you were here so I keep sleeping just to keep you with me. I'll draw a map, connect the dots with all the memories that I got. What I'm missing I'll keep reliving. Where does the love go? I don't know, when it's all set and done. How could I be losing you forever, after all the time we spent together? I have to know why I had to lose you. Now you've just become like everything I'll never find again at the bottom of the ocean.

She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white. Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember what you heard. She likes to leave you hanging on her word. And she's taller than most, and she's looking at me. I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine. Oh, she makes me feel like I could be a tower. A big strong tower. She got the power to be- the power to give- the power to see- ya, ya.

"Gone With The Wind"

I am restless, and I keep trembling. Everyone watch me as I descend into a feeling that's overwhelming me. I finally stopped, stopped making sense. I can't stop talking to myself, I'm a desperate, cry for help. Run, don't walk, the sky is falling through. Don't talk, tonight I'm so confused. I'm lost, I'm lost with you. I don't care where we are, or where we're heading to. But I know I'm lost, I'm lost with you, with you. Your mouth keeps moving but I've lost focus now. Clock keeps ticking, time's running out. Where we're heading there's no heading back.

"Amelie."

¡ But you aren't even listening, because you are just too old to feel an earthquake or too cool to even care. But you aren't even listening, so why should I? You are a natural disaster, and I've wanted you too much. And now I'm gonna lose, I've wanted you too much and now I've gotta choose. You're the cause of all this, and I'm sick of trying to please you !