domingo, 1 de marzo de 2009
extraño triangulo amoroso
Everytime I think of you, I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find living a life that I can't leave behind. There's no sense in telling me the wisdom of a fool won't set you free, but that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows while everyday my confusion grows. Everytime I see you falling I get down on my knees and pray, I'm waiting for the final moment, you'll say the words that I can't say. I feel fine and I feel good, I feel like I never should, whenever I get this way I just don't know what you say, why can't be ourselves like we were yesterday. I'm not sure that this could mean, I don't think you're what you seem. I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else, then I'll never see just what we're meant to be. Cada vez que te veo caer me arrodillo y rezo, estoy esperando por el momento final en el que dirás las palabras que no puedo decir.
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