lunes, 25 de abril de 2011



When I'm hiding, when I need it, it lets me 
breathe, for our handle on this life, I don't believe 
this time 
Would you look at me now? 
Can you tell I'm a woman? 
With these scars on my wrists 
To prove I'll try again 
Try to die again, try to live through this night
-Lo prohibido se vuelve tentador.-