Mal

Me siento mal. Escucho música. Quiero encerrarme en mi cuarto echarme mil mantas por encima y leer.



roads by g barrow / b gibbons / a utley - portishead
Oh, can't anybody see,We've got a war to fight,Never found our way,Regardless of what they say.How can it feel, this wrong,From this moment,How can it feel, this wrong.Storm,In the morning light,I feel,No more can I say, Frozen to myself.I got nobody on my side,And surely that ain't right,Surely that ain't right.Oh, can't anybody see,We've got a war to fight,Never found our way,Regardless of what they say.How can it feel, this wrong,From this moment,How can it feel, this wrong.How can it feel this wrong,From this moment,How can it feel, this wrong.Oh, can't anybody see,We've got a war to fight,Never found our way,Regardless of what they say.How can it feel, this wrong,From this moment,How can it feel, this wrong.