May 5, 2009

words at morning

when you see that you must take your things and go
never it's too late but I'm always waiting for
maybe I'll pretend that you're my zero
when the night is over and I'm alone and I'm missing all the tears I used to be
thinking about the past, I still regret all the time I wasted here
we don't understand my way so the thing i love most now is our end


  1. mmm tu quin mail fas servir pel blog? que vaig a ficar-lo semi-privat

  2. o sigui que poses només qui el pot miraar