Time (( is running )) Out

Canción-bajón... ayer me hubiese matado...
She nursed him there, ooh, over a night
I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay
What to say...what to say
But soon she was down, soon he was low
At a quarter past...a holy no...
She had to turn around

When she couldn't hold, oh...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here

And to this day, she's glided on
Always home but so far away
Like a word misplaced
Nothing said, what a waste
When she had contact...with the conflict...
There was meaning, but she sold him to the state
She had to turn around

When she couldn't hold...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...oh...oh...

She gave him away when she couldn't hold...no...she folded...
A dissident is here escape is never, the safest path
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here, oh...
Couldn't hold on...she couldn't hold...no...she folded...
A dissident is here
Escape is never the safest place, oh...
A dissident is here

No gente. Mañana parcial de Biología y estamos en el horno. Y no necesariamente por eso.

EDIT: Pero...Salimos del horno!! Oh siii. No hay nada mejor que volver de un bajón! No tienen ni idea!! Ademas me encanta como vuelvo. Siempre pasa algo que me tira al fondo, pero mal. Entonces me dan muchas ganas de hacer una guachada y cagarle la vida a todo el mundo. Sisi, no hay nada mas peligroso que un ego lastimado.
Asi, y solamente asi, se supera la nostalgia.
Maten a los idolos. Ellos tambien sangran.