Mintiendo

Se estarán mintiendo. 
Últimamente todo el mundo lo hace.
Debe ser que ahora ya no hay verdades que valgan la pena y por eso nos conformamos con un montón de mentiras. 




Yo solía decir la verdad. Ahora no, ahora ya no abro la boca, ¿para qué?.












Yo sólo espero que no me vuelvan a mentir nunca más.
Yo sólo espero no volver a mentir nunca más.

Unfinished Business. White Lies.

Just give me a second, darling, to clear my head.

Just put down those scissors, baby,

On the single bed.

The sand in the hour glass is running low,

I came through thunder, the cold wind, the rain and the snow,

To find you awake by your window sill,

A sight for sore eyes, and a view to kill.

I broke down in horror at you standing there,

The glow from the moon shone through cracks in your hair.

I shouted with passion “I love you so much”,

But feeling my skin, it was cold to the touch.

You whispered "Where are you?",

I questioned your doubt,

But soon realized you were talking to God now.

You got blood your hands and I know it’s mine,

I just need more time.

So get off your low, let’s dance like we used to.

But there’s a light in the distance, waiting for me,

I will wait for you.

So get off your low, let’s kiss like we used to.

I looked in the mirror, but something was wrong.

I saw you behind, but my reflection was gone.

There was smoke in the fireplace as white as the snow.

A voice beckoned gently “Now it's time to go”.

A requiem played as you begged for forgiveness.

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed,

"I’ve got unfinished business."