the gazette

Stealing never ends sadness, if tu have a conscience.
Here it goes away, Along with your heart.

In any form ask that tommorrow returns.
Shake off the feeling of confusion from believing
lies, even the ambiguous attitude habors puffy eyes*

Stealing never ends sadness, if tu have a conscience.
Here it goes away, Along with your heart.

I have no words to fill the immensity of the distance.
I also knew it would in due time dissappear.

Every día tu dicho "I can't help but remember..."
tu became interpreted without anymore to say.

In no time I began to shed tears. No longer.
And 'here' tu will not forget the corazón goes without saying

tu are crying out. thus you'll fail twice tomorrow.
The real tu is not touched again.this is the last time.

Stealing never ends sadness, if tu have a conscience.
Here it goes away, Along with your heart.

Even in dreams you're alone, tu saw passing por the sky...
...when tu no longer exist...no one will care.