Run. Run as fast as you can from your past. It may get to you as fast as you run. Run. Faster, and don´t look back. Run. Run. Run If it gets you, if it catches up with your present. I may wist you up, and your heart will burn While you crave for those years long past.
Escribo lo que pienso, pienso lo que escribo. Digo lo que creo y creo en lo que digo. Aunque no siempre sea así.