Diferentes Idiomas, mismos idiotas...

El amor acabo. Bueno, al menos por el momento. Esta no es una historia de amor en si. Pero tiene un poco de todo. Como a mi me gusta. Ademas, esta en ingles.
Me sirve para practicar y ademas el titulo realmente me gusto como sonaba.
Me despido por el momento, nos olemos luego.

I'm not dead yet, I just forgot how to breathe

My life pass through my eyes

Everything that once was mine

My lips are dry

Am I supposed to cry?

Too much air that I cannot breathe

Like the emotions that I could never feel

I do not sense my feet

Is this everything?

A revolution starts in my mind

Memories that try to fight

So they would not be left behind

I hear the cries of an infant child

I see the eyes of my mother

As my body becomes colder

The fist of my father

Hits me now even harder

My first friends and my first kiss

I try to wet my lips

To remember the taste

Of the sweet Elizabeth

Butterflies in my stomach

The first that Susan brought up

I remember her name

But in the end they were all the same

Beautiful faces that never tried to know me

Models with a fresh lobotomy

An angel face without name

That's for who I really fell

She was my world

Everybody else weren't enough

But she ran away

She cut her writs on a week day

This is my suicide note

It doesn't have a point

It's the end of story so sinister

That became a winter whisper

And as the carbon dioxide fills my lungs

I try one more time to get up

But the end is here

I forgot how to breathe