A Story To Tell

A story to tell, yes, these are things of life ...

I've fallen many times throughout this life
I've learned to get up in the eternal fall,
that penalties are not forgotten nor pot or drink,
Game Over can play well and lose the game,
for you can not imagine risking
colleagues whocome to betray,
you just have more questions solucionarte,
few sentences were to drown,
managed to conquer as many beautiful ladies.

When something is not right you can not keep silent,
you know that something needed to fill the void
must follow a straight line firmly in thatway
you never fight and continues to sink but erect.

When everything goes wrong just wait no hurry,
Always look at your picture is clouded my view,
I have always been pessimistic and I think I will remain
because everything's going well and you still see memories.It was not your intention good I could not forget your betrayal,
he died, broke and my heart stopped beating,
locked me in your prison without prior justification
Why did you leave? I ask without giving an explanation.

As a result I became a brat suspicious,
because life gives you just have toaccept sticks,
in my eyes is just pure hatred and resentment,
you do not know the pain it feels like to lose everything.

I locked myself in a corner room and I began to mourn
"Tell me what the hell good is it if you're not"
want to take my mind all the bad times,
I want this childto remain strong in despair,
but still I see reflected in that dark glass
remembering those days together at the portal,
which touched your lips that time was great
I remember wanting to be with you till the end.

Chorus
There are things in life are things in your story,everyday things there are penalties but also glory,
days on which days you fly you fall in pits,
planted in the garden is weeds and roses. (x2)

One day everything is blurred and there is no will to live,
there is nothing to go there is nothing that makes you smile,
and in the end you endup living with their pain,
a single just wanting to slit their wrists.

For friends, it would fail as a rule,
I trusted you and the friendship is deformed,
easily escaped my fragile mind all,
between sentences, kick box and I came out of the mud.

If you lookblindly all alone in your good,
as only true friends one hundred,
I know I can only rely on pen and paper,
tell you my life because I do not feel like a fool,
I tell them one to one my deepest secrets,
for neither will laugh at me or found out worldwide,
I have failed so many times that I lost countI do not remember the truth perhaps 30 or 40
and is that more than half under a mask emmasca,
moves them all earn interest greed,
lose more friends than were ever win
iran where day by day I wonder, where will they go.

I no longer expect anything from anyone,
I...