.:o muro da dedé:.

:: diário de uma pós adolescente urbana:: feel free.



sábado, maio 10, 2003

"I never thought I had to change all the words I've wrote for you. I never thought this day would come so fast, you no longer need to fool me, you just think of yourself. Always telling me how heartless people were to you, I've got it. Then, but when it's you that is being so selfish you stab me on the back, you kill me way too slow.
Who told you it was this way? Loving me is loving us. With no edge, with no walls...
I'm sure I've told you about making up mistakes to end this. You promised that we would be forever together and nothing could stop us. Now that you're gone, how could you do this to me? I gave you everything, you say I'm not like the others "You're not an experience to me, I really care"..."