"Some things arise
And certain people devise
While others resign themselves
To design

But whatever the meaning to them
It doesn't mean anything to us
We know things happen for no reason
But obey the same calculus
That says one plus one minus one equals one
It was over just as soon as it had begun

Numbers disappear
Just as soon as they were here
And some of them remain
And some are never the same

But whatever the meaning for them
It doesn't mean anything to us
They count with their fingers
But we have our own abacus
That says one plus one minus one equals one
It was over just as soon as it had begun" 

Si, puedo aceptar que te extraño.
Pero no deseo ese sentimiento.
No deseo el arrepentimiento, o la duda.
Aunque tengo miedo, y me canso de olvidar e ignorar.
O tan solo pretender hacerlo...
mi mente juega conmigo, como si fuese 
un juego de guerra en primera persona.
Donde todos pueden y tienen que morír.
Menos yo.
Me gustaría creer que si apareces todo será mejor,
pero creerlo, no significa que sea realidad..
desear, nunca me ha servido de nada.
Prefiero tragarme las gotas oculares,
y enjuagarme los ojos con jabon.
Quizás el ardor calme el vacio,
por un minuto.. o solo dos.