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Miedo de Morir Solo

Jenna Anne

Afraid To Die Alone

People say they understand.
That you'll find love, the grain for you, in a sea of sand.
Then why do i crawl into bed,
And hold my pillow, play pretend inside my head.
As i waste tears on my floor,
And words form in my throat.
I'm expecting so much more,
And i'm filled with secret hope.
Fairytales say you're not alone
But they don't know, but they don't know, but they don't know.
They say in the end, you won't be on your own
But they don't know, but they don't know, but they don't know.
And you feel you've never won
When you're waiting for the person that won't come

Fantasy, is a sharp knife in a gun fight
You are blind by rage.
Want something, want a person,
Want range in your gauge.

But if you wanna stay alive,
Keep your heart intact inside.
Your feelings on its shelf,
You can only trust yourself
Fairytales say you're not alone
But they don't know, but they don't know, but they don't know.
They say in the end, you won't be on your own
But they don't know, but they don't know, but they don't know.
And you feel like you've never won
When you're waiting for the person that won't come

You hide behind your fence,
You live your life in silence.
Your fear eats you to the bone,
Your afraid to die alone.
And they say fairytales say you're not alone
But they don't know, but they don't know, but they don't know.
And they say in the end, you won't be on your own
But they don't know, but they don't know, but they don't know.
And you feel like you've never won
When you're waiting for the person
And you feel like you've never won
When you're waiting for the person that won't come

Miedo de Morir Solo

La gente dice que entienden.
Que encontrarás amor, la aguja para ti, en un mar de arena.
Entonces, ¿por qué me arrastro a la cama,
Y abrazo mi almohada, finjo dentro de mi cabeza?
Mientras desperdicio lágrimas en mi piso,
Y las palabras se forman en mi garganta.
Espero mucho más,
Y estoy lleno de esperanza secreta.
Los cuentos de hadas dicen que no estás solo
Pero no saben, pero no saben, pero no saben.
Dicen que al final, no estarás solo
Pero no saben, pero no saben, pero no saben.
Y sientes que nunca has ganado
Cuando esperas a la persona que no vendrá

La fantasía es un cuchillo afilado en una pelea de armas
Estás cegado por la rabia.
Quieres algo, quieres a alguien,
Quieres alcance en tu calibre.

Pero si quieres seguir con vida,
Mantén tu corazón intacto por dentro.
Tus sentimientos en su estante,
Solo puedes confiar en ti mismo.
Los cuentos de hadas dicen que no estás solo
Pero no saben, pero no saben, pero no saben.
Dicen que al final, no estarás solo
Pero no saben, pero no saben, pero no saben.
Y sientes que nunca has ganado
Cuando esperas a la persona que no vendrá

Te escondes detrás de tu cerca,
Vives tu vida en silencio.
Tu miedo te consume hasta los huesos,
Tienes miedo de morir solo.
Y dicen que los cuentos de hadas dicen que no estás solo
Pero no saben, pero no saben, pero no saben.
Y dicen que al final, no estarás solo
Pero no saben, pero no saben, pero no saben.
Y sientes que nunca has ganado
Cuando estás esperando a la persona
Y sientes que nunca has ganado
Cuando estás esperando a la persona que no vendrá

Escrita por: Jenna Anne Kroff