The way i feel

I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen
She left before I had the chance to say
Oh The words that would mend the things that were broken
But now it's far too late, she's gone away

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe it

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you,

The taste of your breath, I'll never get over
The noises that you made kept me awake
Oh The weight of things that remained unspoken
Built up so much it crushed us everyday

Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe it

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you, oh, oh, oh

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you, oh, oh, oh

Of all the things I felt but never really shown
Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go
I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you

And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you

Platica Telefonica

Salomon dice que soy rara;

Dice que por que leo y eso no es común en México,
según el que soy elocuente al hablar,
Por que me gusta la lucha libre, pero no por los luchadores,
Po que digo que la vida es verde (no, no es publicidad de green peace),
Por que me gusta anthony Kiedis y Vicente Sanchéz;
que por que digo que mi papa es Cardozo y mi novia Milla Jovovich

Y cieraa que por que soy Dificil de Describir.
Pero yo soy normal, lo juro :)

Tengo un profesor tan pero tan mierda de taller...
que prefiere que leamos la mierda esa de quiubule, o como quiera que se escriba esa cosa, a harry potter.
Tambien nos deja leer de Carlos Mierda Sanchez.
Haganme el favor.
Olea Sufre.

La vida es verde

...y si le quitas el verde ala vida
ya no es vida.

Asi que ayudame a conservar lo verde
regalame un click:

http://caritolea.un-clic-por-el-bosque.com/

Por favor!

Olea Ruega.

Muriendo

...de gripa

Lo ironico es que tomo 2 vasos de jugo de naranja diarios, y no hicieron nada por detenerla.
El maldito jugo Unico Fresco no sirve; Y a ese tipo le gusta mojarse cada vez que puede.
Si y después me la pega, que bonito verdad?

Olea Sufre.