no todo esta mal

Hoy tengo miedo de salirte a buscar
tengo miedo de qererte besar
tengo miedo de volver a caer
me dan miedo las mentiras
ya no tengo mas fe
tengo miedo de volver a creer.

Night after Night. . .

Y todos los buenos tiempos ?
donde han quedado . . .

You're not sorry

All this time I was wasting,Hoping you would come aroundI've been giving out chances every timeAnd all you do is let me downAnd it's taking me this longBaby but I figured you outAnd you're thinking we'll be fine again,But not this time around
You don't have to call anymoreI won't pick up the phoneThis is the last strawDon't wanna hurt anymoreAnd you can tell me that you're sorryBut I don't believe you babyLike I did - beforeYou're not sorry, no no oh
Looking so innocent,I might believe you if I didn't knowCould've loved you all my lifeIf you hadn't left me waiting in the coldAnd you got your share of secretsAnd I'm tired of being last to knowAnd now you're asking me to listenCause it's worked each time before
But you don't have to call anymoreI won't pick up the phoneThis is the last strawDon't wanna hurt anymoreAnd you can tell me that you're sorryBut I don't believe you babyLike I did - beforeYou're not sorry, no no, oh
You're not sorry no no oh
You had me crawling for you honeyAnd it never would've gone away, noYou used to shine so brightBut I watched all of it fade
So you don't have to call anymoreI won't pick up the phoneThis is the last strawThere's nothing left to beg forAnd you can tell me that you're sorryBut I don't believe you babyLike I did - beforeYou're not sorry, no no oh
You're not sorry, no no oh