Fue, es y será el año de 
ver a mis bandas favoritas ♥

I don't know what I can save you from.

You called me after midnight,

must have been three years since we last spoke. 

I slowly tried to bring back, 

the image of your face from the memories so old. 
I tried so hard to follow, 
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong, 
said I don't know what I can save you from. 
I asked you to come over, and within half an hour, 
you were at my door. 
I had never really known you, 
but I realized that the one you were before, 
had changed into somebody for whom 
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on. 
Still I don't know what I can save you from. 

Mi canción favorita de una de mis bandas preferidas. 

Ya los quiero en Guadalajara♥.

You're Not Stubborn.

So if I'm wrong again, I apologise.

You can take your guest, I'll take out my eyes.

It's a common thing, to be out of line.

But it's getting old, by the fifteenth time.