Two of a kind and no one home
I’m in a crowd and I’m still alone
Can’t you see these skies are breaking?
Coz one of a kind is all I own.
But no matter how many allies you have around you. When you die, you'll be alone.
Loneliness, that's all that's left for me
Happiness is chilled by winter's breeze.
Bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm,
And the best is, no one knows who you are.
Just another girl alone at the bar.
El perdón
Ahí te dejo
Donde me dejaste sola,
Donde entre espejos y sombras
Se convierten en siglos las horas.
Sin derecho a saber ningunos motivos
Siente como vibra con gritos
El silencio en tus oídos.
“Do you like living on your own?” Corinne asked the boys.
Malik intertwined two of his fingers.
“We’re not alone,” Bouki added. “We’re together.” He wrapped his fingers together too. “It’s just like you and your father. Do you feel like you’re on your own?”
“Living with a father is a bit different from living with a brother,” Corinne said.
“He isn’t just a brother. He’s my brother. And that’s plenty,” Bouki said.
— What's the matter with him? Train-sick or something?
— Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, «want to be alone».
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such
I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell.