miércoles, 18 de julio de 2012

It's too late...

Now you see I'm not as cold as you thought ... now you see I'm not that person you said I am ...
Yes, I'm hurting, crying for you, but I do it alone, for me. Do not need anybody to be myself ... I don't need anybody to live...
I miss you, but I do not need you. I love you, but you're not for me.
I love your gaze, your smile, your kisses ... but your aggressiveness, your intolerance and violence come in the pack, and generally offer products are defective, or that nobody wanted to buy ...