BLOOD ON THE GROUND - INCUBUS

I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time you come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground

Hand over my heart I swear
I've tried everything I could within all my power
Two weeks and one hour I slaved
And now I've got nothing to show
Oh if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall
From now on, gonna start holding my breath
When you come around
And you flex that fake grin
'Cause something inside me has said more than twice
That breathing LESS air beats breathing you in, oh

I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time you come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground

Hand over my mouth, I'm earning the right to my silence
In quiet discerning between ego and timing
Good judgment is once again proving to me
That it's still worth it's weight in gold
From now on I'm gonna be so much more wary
When you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil
Seeing you is like pulling teeth
And hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil

I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time you come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground

High fives to better judgment
By saying less today, I will gain more, gain more
Low twos to you my, my fickle friend
You, you, you who brought the art of silent war

I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time you come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground

No quiero generar malestar, solo quiero liberar un poco la rabia que tengo dentro...como dije antes, me voy a reservar la dedicatoria, pero al que le calce el guante, que se lo chante!
Estoy abriendo la mente, nada más....

Vive la vida!

Ayer fue la otra media final, pero no pudimos reunirnos. Al final vi porciones del partido en casa, y aunque me alegro por mis amigos liguistas, pues yo no tenía nada que festejar y me fui a dormir. Yo no me subo a la camioneta...
De todas formas, creo que el día de ayer merece ser recordado, además, por el rescate de Ingrid Betancourt y los otros secuestrados. Aunque eso vuelve sensible el hoy para conversar de los temas delicados: política, religión y fútbol. Me voy a abstener.
Este fin de semana quería mucho ir a Quito, pero creo que no va a ser posible. Eso me pone muy triste, porque quiero mucho conocer a María Beatriz, y ver a los antiguos conocidos; supongo que solo tengo que ser paciente. Me voy a quedar por aqui poniendo en orden los pensamientos...