Estoy. Loca. Enamorada. De ti.

Thursday, 1 April 2010

don't bother. @ 05:58
For you, I'd give up all I own
And move to a communist country
If you came with me, of course
And I'd file my nails so they don't hurt you
And lose those pounds, and learn about football
If it made you stay, but you won't, but you won't
I made. So many mistakes. Never as grave as the one i comitted today. It hurts so much. Yet, I won't be hurt. I won't, I won't let him see... How much it hurt me. I'll keep up this happiness act, as long as it benefits him. And to tell the truth, I miss him. Fucking much. But I know, I can't have him. And I've always wanted, what I can't have..
And he's different from other guys, because I've always wanted him, even when I had him. Now, all I can do is hope, and pray.
Please god.
I know I can't have him, I know I can't call him mine anymore. But please, just make sure that he's happy. It's good enough for me. And please, I beg you. At least.. i hope we can still be companions.
Please god.
Because having him as a companion, is the best I can have.


somewhere
too far for us to find.