6 de octubre de 2014

damn



I'm drawing my pain in my sheets with the tears I'm wasting for you.

You and me. We're just alike. We're both selfish and we're incomplete.
We hurt (not just ourselves).
We lie (not believing what we're saying).
You. Never with your feet on the ground.
Me. So far away from anybody or anything.
You. I wish I'll never open my eyes again.

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