29/05/2012


I'm dying inside, in the same rithym you walk away before.
You're present again, and I can't find a way to love you less. Instead I found a way to hide it, to hide the fellings, to keep that voice quiet, to change my toughts and dreams. And after all that fights, you came back to kill them, to wake up all that was barried since you were gone.
I could, in fact, walk away but you brought back the reasons why I loved you so much, I could put an end to this hurtful story but you're so addictive...
And there you are, standing in my life, like if we never had been in love, like if you don't know what I feel, like if it's the first time you're here.
So many promises, so many stories that are now meaningless, so many nights stolen...
And here you are like if I stayed all this time waiting for you, like if I haven't no one else in my life.
So many you for a very small me.
And now you're here messing all up, as if all this pain wasn't enough.

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