"He feels great love once in life.
I wonder if this is true because my life is not over yet ..."
Even I wonder if this is true because my life is not over yet ..."
smile every time I remember how I lied saying that we'd be together forever. Lies (and I say without a hint of resentment) because we never imagined how it would end all this. Few things labeled with the "forever" are real and are mostly pejorative. We say this, but they are fallacies [Although, if I may say, I know a real one. Only you could explain it].
sounds on your stereo a "... You forgot that I do without you I do not want more ..." and brings us both laughter in unison.
Can you believe it? I never imagined it was you who I would call very late in this type of crisis. Friends? I do not want to be my friend. Not stand, ya know? I'm selfish and I want to hear, but when it happens to you, do not call me. I break. I do not want this reality so we hide it because I will not answer. I'm not as strong as you.
Si ... reality. Now it seems that nothing is real. That whatever we choose. We choose to unleash the cocktail that comes with the synapse. Now it turns out I do not understand anything and feel everything.
time hit me straight in the face and every time I'm more ignorant. Every time I try any harder. As I promised not to tell you ever.
Anyway, tell me everything and I encourage it. Give me a little of your faith and this fantasy that died when I left you in an impulsive act. This fantasy that I need.
Now hang up and forget everything. And now awake and know even less. MATH
sounds on your stereo a "... You forgot that I do without you I do not want more ..." and brings us both laughter in unison.
Can you believe it? I never imagined it was you who I would call very late in this type of crisis. Friends? I do not want to be my friend. Not stand, ya know? I'm selfish and I want to hear, but when it happens to you, do not call me. I break. I do not want this reality so we hide it because I will not answer. I'm not as strong as you.
Si ... reality. Now it seems that nothing is real. That whatever we choose. We choose to unleash the cocktail that comes with the synapse. Now it turns out I do not understand anything and feel everything.
time hit me straight in the face and every time I'm more ignorant. Every time I try any harder. As I promised not to tell you ever.
Anyway, tell me everything and I encourage it. Give me a little of your faith and this fantasy that died when I left you in an impulsive act. This fantasy that I need.
Now hang up and forget everything. And now awake and know even less. MATH
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