Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right. Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right.
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes... Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right, it's all right.

Gives you hell

I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place, and you're still probably working at a nine to five pace I wonder how bad that tastes. When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. Now where's your picket fence, love? And where's that shiny car? And did it ever get you far? You've never seemed so tense, love. I've never seen you fall so hard. And do you know where you are? And truth be told, I miss you. And truth be told, I'm lying. When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you find a man that's worth a damn, and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell. I hope it gives you hell. Tomorrow you'll be thinkin' to yourself "Yeah, when did it all go wrong?" but the list goes on and on. And truth be told, I miss you. And truth be told, I'm lying. When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you find a man that's worth a damn, and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell. Now you'll never see what you've done to me. You can take back your memories they're no good to me. And here's all your lies, you can look me in the eyes with the sad, sad look at you wear so well. When you see my face, Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you find a man that's worth a damn, and treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell. When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you hear this song, and you sing along. Oh, you'll never tell. Then you're the fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell. When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell. You can sing along I hope that it would suit you well.

Growing old is getting old - Silversun Pickups

So we all
Are growing old
And it's getting old
Pressure on
Our hollow bones
and the varicose
Suddenly
We decompose
But we're not alone
So we all
Are growing old
Maybe we're sealed in silence
And maybe we feel a guidance
Maybe your own devices
Will keep you afraid and cold
But i
Memorized
Your smile lines
From left to right
Came to life
And childlike
Reaction time
We're allowed
To expire
With ourselves in mind
So we all
Are growing old
Pull out the fear of silence
And put out the need for guidance
And put out your own devices
And don't be afraid of the cold
And we sing, sing, sing.
Fight, we fight, we fight.
We cry, cry, we cry.
We slide, slide, we slide into the light.
Do we sing, fight, we cry?
we slide, slide, we slide into the light.
Maybe we're sealed in silence
And maybe we feel a guidance
Maybe your own devices
Will keep you afraid and cold, well.
Pull out the fear of silence
Put out the need for guidance
Put out your own devices
And don't be afraid of the cold
Afraid of the cold
Afraid of the time
You've got no where to go but here.

Estoy cansada, si, cansada, bah, más bien podrida. Supongo que esto viene de que estoy encerrada
todo el dia acá adentro. No soporto más esto. Como quisiera que todo me saliera mejor. Las veces que
he mirado al cielo y pensé "bueno, basta, te pido una, tan mal hago las cosas?" es doloroso ver como todos
a mi alrededor funcionan de perfecta manera y yo sigo, a pesar del tiempo, en el mismo lugar, todo igual y
los demás tambien siguen viendome igual. Estoy cansada de escribir siempre cosas medio bajonnn. Quisiera
saber que poronga me hace feliz! Me alegra saber que aunque sea, todavia tengo el valor y fuerzas suficientes
para no aceptar cualquier cosa y tampoco desesperarme por aquella que quiero mucho. Agradezco todo lo feo
que pase para llegar ahora. No quiero ser una resignada de la vida. Quisiera cuando ya tenga muchas arrugas,
poder mirar atrás y darme cuenta de que todo lo que viví, no lo viví en vano, que encontrarme sentada en la pieza
sola, mirando la nada, sintiendo como una lágrima cae por mi cachete fue por algo, fue porque al fin supe lo que queria
que haber sido feliz con mandarinas me ayuden a encontrar a mi media naranja, que haber fracasado en los estudios
sea porque voy a ser una profesional con renombre, que después de tantas borracheras pueda ver que el alcohol no
tiene sentido.
Soy una persona optimista, por más de que siempre este medio triste, y sé que algún día voy a ser muy feliz.
Ahora mientrás tanto voy a tener que seguir creciendo y aprendiendo de estos momentos para poder ver las cosas claras.