You say now that everything is going to change.
But you don´t dare to ask me if this is what I want.
You came here and started changing my room, my walls,
my paintings, my books.
And then, you care to leave.
As if nothing ever happened.
I must confess that I have been contemplating a possible way to get me out of this.
But I have found that all the exits are closed.
You have trapped me in your heart
and now...
I can only hope that I did the same to you
and that somehow you feel like me.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Mi corazón de piedra es casi perfecto. Cumple con la función de mantenerme viva, pero tiene un defecto: puede sentir.
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would you belive me if I say I do?
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