there were many things i could be without
and never would they bother me.
for starters we could talk about
this whole tragedy?
i don't need to be told
that you don't feel for me.
because i stopped feeling for you.
i don't need to know
how perfect your life is
mine is just as well.
so maybe you think you're happy.
but in your eyes you can't hide
all false hope you ever made.
will soon be your demise.
now close your mouth
breathe deep,
i know this is quite a shock.
but simply lets just face it,
this thing is simply not!
i changed what i had to,
maybe it wasn't what you expected.
a full grown man
all mature,
and oh so very respected.
but i'm just a boy with the heart of lover
who is simply not interested.
make your life
cause i made mine.
good riddence,
good luck.
as i said,
i'm simply not interesed
"They won't see, the fire you have lit inside of me. They look up, to the sky and wonder where you might be. They look up, without realizing they're standing in the palm of your land. I can't explain or understand. I just love you..."
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Monday, January 21, 2008
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Sentimiento
Porque la tristeza no es producto de la muerte de un querido solamente.
Analizo mi presepectiva de pensar y concluyo que la vida es un funeral de
sentimientos.
Es pues entonces nuestra vestimenta diaria negra por el respeto merecido del muerto.
O es tal para parecer mas delgado que el otro el asunto seria entonces aparentar de quesu estatus
esta mejor de lo que parece. pues no se que decir estoy agoviado. triste, callado, extraño mi ser querida
Analizo mi presepectiva de pensar y concluyo que la vida es un funeral de
sentimientos.
Es pues entonces nuestra vestimenta diaria negra por el respeto merecido del muerto.
O es tal para parecer mas delgado que el otro el asunto seria entonces aparentar de quesu estatus
esta mejor de lo que parece. pues no se que decir estoy agoviado. triste, callado, extraño mi ser querida
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