lunes, 26 de noviembre de 2012


''Shadows settle on the place, that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness. And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong. And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones
'cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. Well I've lost it all. I'm just a silouhette, 
a lifeless face that you'll soon forget. My eyes are damp from the words you left. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'cause most of us are bitter over someone. Setting fire to our insides for fun to distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I'm forever missing him.''

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