-oh, please don't ask me why and how I believe (in) you.
I just do.
I just do.
I don't know how to go back to a normal life.
As much as I try, I can't seem to find a way to remember about my Saturdays on the past two years.
I'm always wrong.
As much as I try, I can't seem to find a way to remember about my Saturdays on the past two years.
How they've been.
It's a lost day.
Lost in someone's memory.Sometimes I think that you're the only thing missing on my life for it to be perfect.
Then, I come down to my senses and I remember that perfection doesn't exist.
Then, I come down to my senses and I remember that perfection doesn't exist.
Not in my life.
I'm wrong.I'm always wrong.
As usual.
