I still look at the sky when the day is going to over and talking to the stars if they can make my dreams come true. I just want to put the pieces together but the only answer from the stars is silent.
środa, 28 marca 2012
poniedziałek, 26 marca 2012
niedziela, 25 marca 2012
if you can't.
if you can't understand, use dictionary just to notice what I feel.
sit and drink my favourite coffee with cold milk. It's like my every habit, every is stupid. Just see, I can't make you feel the same - you're a football player, one of the perfect, young, strong, crazy and who am I ? A little girl, a little bad girl or maybe really vulgar who likes drinking more then it behoves. I know, never perfect as you're, never beautiful enough, never seems to be the one for you and never your girl. Again yours. That's way I sit alone, stand alone and go alone. drinking this almost hot coffee I try to understand why we're so similar. I could tell what you feel now but what for ?
sit and drink my favourite coffee with cold milk. It's like my every habit, every is stupid. Just see, I can't make you feel the same - you're a football player, one of the perfect, young, strong, crazy and who am I ? A little girl, a little bad girl or maybe really vulgar who likes drinking more then it behoves. I know, never perfect as you're, never beautiful enough, never seems to be the one for you and never your girl. Again yours. That's way I sit alone, stand alone and go alone. drinking this almost hot coffee I try to understand why we're so similar. I could tell what you feel now but what for ?
' Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there '
sobota, 3 marca 2012
still.
because it has to be like this, you can't do anything to change. You only change the road you go but not the people who you meet...
It's only pain, isn't it ? still miss you.
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