no intiendo, i just dont understand porque estas cosas Siempre estan pasando. like heartache, and loneliness. are they only meant for me? que voy hacer? dieme....mi futoro esta en tus manos. comprendes? of course not. simply laugh at me, little orphan girl. they were jsut fighting to keep me alive because my death would eat at their conscious too much. pero lo que no saben es que yo tengo un esfurso much stronger then they think. puedo vivir sin pensar la muerte. puedo cantar con la vos del los angeles. i can breathe without oxygen. y voy a volar higher than you can dream....