lunes, 2 de marzo de 2009


Maybe if my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much. And never will I have to answer again to anyone. Please, don't get me wrong. Because I'll never let this go. But I can't find the words to tell you I don't want to be alone. But now I feel like I don't know you. One day you'll get sick of saying that everything's alright. And by then I'm sure I'll be pretending, just like I am tonight.