big fight

un paso mas... y ya...
go on... they say...
cansada, to keep on going
exhausted, para seguir tratando



what is this for...
all the anger, the `pain the fucking suffering

so tired, my friend.... so fucking tired.
i cant keep on manteining something so pointless...
and i try, and every five minutes there is a deception,
that bad taste in my mouth that Bono used to talk about...
i cant think...
cos when i do it... i just get idiotic images in my head....
i can feel... but u r not letting me
i cant speak, or do, or anything,
whatever i`ve tried was wrong...
what the fuck im supoused to fucking do?
im not strong enough anymore...
...this is anger an impotence, this what im made of...
not your fault mate, im sorry...
i am, really. but i m lost like one fucking september 13 years ago...
her face is everywhere, his face is everywhere, as the pain is...
hate- yes i do hate
all these mixed up emotions...
i cannot deal with... i wish i die,
but then i think of A&A and i think of u....
and what the fuck, everything is harder
i dunno how to keep on walking