sábado, 29 de septiembre de 2007

A ghost

A ghost, a fucking ghost has appeared, a memory, one of those that u’ll love to forget for ur entire life but u just can't. You have appeared in the right moment or in the wrong one, when everything seems to be bad, when I feel bad, when my freaking life it’s on despair………..why so far, why so perfect, why so fucking interesting, tell me why, ‘cause I really wanna know where are u from, how did u find me, how makes u believe that I’m a perfect person?, who lied to u dear?...............I just wanna be far from you, wanna erase every single remember, every single song that makes me remember you. I’m too tired to thing right know, to feel, to love, please leave me alone ghost, perfect, freaking ghost.

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