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"Something about me I didn't need" by Timothy Chen Allen In the midst of the forest I buried the boxWith the memory too painful to faceAnd tore up the map as I turned my way homeSwearing I'd not go back to that placeWith the dirt on my hands and the mud on my bootsAs exhausted I fell in my chairAs I closed my eyes I felt something was missingSome old comfort of mine wasn't thereI left a part of meWithin your memorySomething about me that I didn't needThat's probably trueI left a part of meWithin your memoryWith each passing dayIt's better this wayI try not to miss itThe way that I try not to think about youIn the midst of the forest I found myself walkingI tried to remember the placeWhere I'd buried the box with the memory that hurt meThe tears rolling down on my faceAfter hours of searching I came to the crossroadsWhere I'd put our memory to restBut the site was now emptyThe marker was stolenAnd nowhere could I find the chestI left a part of me...
"Eres mi corazón" by Timothy Chen Allen Eres mi corazónEres mi corazónLo que me dijiste anoche queda grabado en mi corazón por siempreCorazónNo te digo que todo se arreglaUn cuento en que comemos perdicesTampoco el mundo no tiene sus hadasMi corazónEres mi corazónEres mi noche en blancoEres mi estrella fugazEl frenazo que deja huella en la calleEres túA solas en casaTe oigo la vozTan alta que los vecinos se asustanTan alta que siento las paredes temblandoTan alta que gritas que tú me quieresEres túMi corazónEres mi vida enteraPor bien o por malTe deje las llaves de toda mi vidaEncima de la mesa al lado tus gafasNo me las pierdes que no me quedan otrasY son un pastón y no me pagan hasta viernesMi corazónTranslation:You are my heartYou are my heartThat thing you said last night is recorded in my heart foreverMy heartI'm not saying that everything works outTo be a fairy tale: happily ever afterBut the world isn't without its magicMy heartYou are my heartYou are my sleepless nightMy one shooting starThe squealing brakes that leave a tire track in the streetThat's youAlone in our houseI hear your voiceSo loud that the neighbors begin to get scaredSo loud that I can feel the walls begin to trembleSo loudly you tell me that you love meIt's youMy heartYou are my whole lifeFor good or for badI left you the keys to my entire lifeOn your bedside table next to your glassesPlease don't lose them, I don't have another setAnd they cost an arm and a leg and I don't get paid until FridayMy heart