sábado, enero 30
{ 1:36 a. m. }
wish you have known me betterwish you can take the blame out of my system
you fed it. Slowly you filled me up with rage against myself.
That's Ok. That's all I say.
Does it matter the blood pressure in my brain?
would I ever explode?
why to take the risk? want me dead, do you?
wish I would have known better the story
typical book example, typical just it.
I cannot dance. I cannot feel the rythm anymore
I just think of your madness ruining the party
getting out, yelling, crying. Always out.
If you hate everything about me why did you love me?
because you did. Now I am sure. You loved what you cannot have, and you stopped loving me when you got me.
Wonder if I ever got you? I don't think so.
Wish I could be fast to letting that me go
how could you? couldn't you?
I think you couldn't, and you won't do it.
I am encharged of it. Forever.
Let's meet face to face
would you be that brave?
Wanna see your legs shaking
wanna see you sweating
and that tongue of yours, being bitten by yourself.
I wanna have a little of fun in the middle of my own sorrow.
By the way, that's over.
It is just fun to remember what being empty was about.
to feel okay when getting back to reality.
It is just fun to remind you: you're mine.
It's like a devil pact. (cannot do anything bout it silly one.)
