Me acorde...

De una persona (o mas bien de una situación) con este parrafo de Fake Plastic Trees, de Radiohead. Sobre todo en esas dos primeras líneas:

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out.

Aunque el ptpt luego me reclame, evidentemente no comentare sobre el asunto, esto es mas bien pa mi mismo.