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"Tu no eres la excepción, eres la regla. Y esta es la regla: Si un tipo no te llama, es porque no quiere llamarte. Cuando un hombre te trata como si le importaras un carajo, realmente le importas un carajo."

viernes, 9 de diciembre de 2011

White Horse

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel
Comes out just when you need it to
As I pace back and forth all this time
‘Cause I honestly believed in you
Holding on
And days drag on
Stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known

I'm not a princes, this ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you’ll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood; this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around

Baby I was naive,
Got lost in your eyes
And never really had a chance
I had so many dreams
About you and me
Happy endings
Now I know

I'm not a princes, this ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you’ll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood; this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around

And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness, begging for me
Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

‘Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't our fairytale
I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
This is a big world that was a small town
There in my rear view mirror disappears now
And it’s too late for you and your white horse
Now it’s too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now...

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‎"En los cuentos infantiles, las princesas besan a los sapos, que se transforman en príncipes. En la vida real, las princesas besan a los príncipes que se transforman en sapos." Paulo Coelho.

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