no puedo evitar estar un tanto melancolica, es una étapa quizás, un tanto desagradable para mi, creo que no puedo hacer mucho al respecto.
Me siento demasiado fría y solitaria, nada demasiado nuevo, pero me pega, no sé porque exactamente.
Problemas con mi novio, frío y blanco y negro, a eso se resumen mis últimos proyectos.
Creo que es evidente.
Luego sigo con esto.

Ciga... Cigarettes

tell me what it is, it isn’t fair
but I’m wasting time, cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault
and every situation understands, well
the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent
he was sitting by the swimming pool
but he was scared, ’cos it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chance
getting older’s not been on my plans
but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sen