Todas las mañanas me levanto, me preparo para ir a la oficina y me tomo 5 min para ver que disco de hardcore voy a escuchar durante el viaje, porque el hardcore es mi musica favorita, forjo mi caracter, me dio mis mejores amigos, me enseño a no creer en politicos y me dio letras que me ayudan a entender los momentos que a veces me cuestan digerir.
Frank “skip” Candelori (rip) escribio Broken cuando yo todavia no me sabia sonar la nariz, hoy a los 32 años la tomo como propia.
Gracias Frank por la inspiracion y Lucia por la foto.
Why must it be this way?
The trust we built has faded grey
When will this all be gone
You left me all alone, you left me holding on
today passed so long ago
you left me bruised and broken
I had no chance to grow
I never thought it would come to this
But there's so much more bad than the good times I'll miss
I'm not sorry it turned out this way
because the only way you acted only left me saying "life goes on"
it means nothing now
because it worked out once but I'm wondering how
and how can you lie when you know it's true
I'll never forget what you broke in two
a lifeline worn from the love we shared
but trying to hold didn't have a prayer
and it crushes down, it crushes down on me
what you offered wasn't love just misery
I look around my room and I think of you
and I hope you never know what you put me through
all those letters you wrote, those words burn in my head
lies written in stone
don't you remember what we said?