El tiempo the only thing is that time is something irretrievable, observe countdown minute by minute, you can see him go flying through the window, while the pendulum swings that bell, I saw the time heal the pain in my chest, watch the headache is, it's so unreal ... not consider the risks, demanding, clinging to my vision, and although disguised know you made fun, your lips say you hated but your eyes said you loved, everything is waste, can indifferently feel the breeze of the wind on your cheeks whenever you want.