Past...

It seems as if it were yesterday...

Sometimes I wish everything was a dream, I could just open my eyes...

As if I could wake up in that small room with purple walls, with my desk filled with drawings,

with the sun shining through the window...

Sometimes I miss everything so much, I just wish I could just hold these memories and never let go

[It's so hard to let go of the past...]

but at the same time I wish I could forget everything and ignore the pain that comes along with these memories...

Yet these memories are so vivid...

[I would wake up and make breakfast

I would wait for my dad to drop me off to school

I would talk and laugh with my friends

I would spend lunch time in the art room with them

singing or just talking...

I would stay after school in the art room

or I would eat lunch at her house

Wednesdays and Fridays I would get out early

I would walk with my friend to the movie store until 2pm

then I would pick up my brother from school and walk home...]

But somehow, deep inside me I'm glad that everything turned out like this

[Once I got home I would eat lunch

If it was my turn I would've washed the dishes

my dad would go to sleep for a while

my mom would start dinner

I would spend the entire afternoon in front of the tv

and at 8pm my love would begin

and I would spend the night doing homework and solving the crime...

Such a simple life...]

But...

In the end I like how everything is

and if it weren't for those changes...

I would've never had the friends that I have...

I would've never meet him...

[Y con un beso y un adios

me despido de vos...]