The perfect girl is gone.
Here I stand and here I’ll stay.
Let the storm rage on.
The cold never bothered me anyway…
I could hold you back, but I won’t treat you so
I dont think you’re crazy and I won’t let you go.
I’ll be that someone you can hold on to.
But I won’t be somebody holding on to you, weighing you down.
Barrel and Box
Qué crueldad, dios mio o.o