Another way to die

JW: Another ringer with the slick trigger finger for Her Majesty
AK: Another one with the golden tone voice and then your fantasy
JW: Another bill from a killer turned a thrill into a tragedy

CHORUS:
A door left open
A woman walking by
A drop in the water
A look in the eye
A phone on the table
A man on your side
Someone that you think that you can trust is just
Another way to die

JW: Another tricky little gun giving solace to the one that will never see the sunshine
AK: Another inch of your life sacrificed for your brother in the nick of time
JW: Another dirty money, heaven sent honey turning on a dime

[CHORUS]

It’s just another way to…

Hey…

It’s just another way to…

You’ve got to….

JW: Another girl with her finger on the world singing do what you wanna hear
AK: Another gun thrown down and surrendered took away your fear
JW & AK: Another man that stands right behind you looking in the mirror

[CHORUS]

It’s just another way…

Suit ‘em up, bang bang!

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

bech boys

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong

You know it's gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray
It might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't
do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy
Wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But let's talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice

Tengo miedo a la verdad

A lo largo de mi vida he buscado las respuestas correctas y el porque de las cosas hoy sentada en este escritorio, se que las puedo tener, pero ahora tengo miedo.. miedo de darme cuenta que no eres tu sino yo

El fríi de diciembre

fin de lo que pudo ser el mejor

te veo en esas fotografías viejas, donde muestras lo que eras, sonreioras sin hacerlo y veias a mundo con inocencias sin edad.
Nose que hacer, si renucias porque es algo demaciado bueno o seguir porque aun te quiero..

siento la imaginacion negativa que se encierra en un monitor viejo de baja resolucion.

nose si te amo, ya que me encierro en una idea deudaz..

me encieroo, me equivoco y mi voz hace eco...

y mi voz hace eco...