Throw up your arms into the sky,

OK. Es medio dificil escribir aca sin ponerme en la piel de victima de mi propia vida no? Quiero empezar a tomarme las cosas con mas humor porque si no lo hiciera saldria corriendo ahora mismo no se adonde. Es tan relativa la gravedad de las cosas...
No puede ser, 6 dias en el Euca y descubrir tantas cosas de mi misma. Si, soy una pelotuda que siempre reacciona de la misma manera. Soy un maldito ser que no vive en sociedad, que vive sola como un hongo y no se expresa jamas. 34 crisis (cabe mencionar que los demas tenian unas 6 o 7) y los resultados: implosion, confusion, decepcion. Implosion, confusion, decepcion. Las 3 palabras de mi vida. Que enferma de mierda que soy. No puedo cambiar las cosas, solo puedo irme y esperar que los demas reaccionen. Me hago mas cargo de los problemas de los demas que de los mios. Porque con los mios no puedo hacer nada.

Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glassAnd the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fightOne, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky,You and I