-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.
5 Comments:
Se construyen tantas cosas, que es dificil retomar el sentido....por eso sigo en el árbol jajaja.
jajajaja
La locura.
La locura total.
It's fine, you maybe need more time, more than two years
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Mano, este blog, ayer 30 de Noviembre, cumplió 6 años.
báileme ese trompo en una uña.
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