jueves, 9 de febrero de 2012

Someday, maybe, someday..

I still hope you'd come to me saying all this wasn't real, that you didn't mean it, and that you have changed your mind...

I can't make you do what I want, and I'm not going to try either...

Who knows... maybe someday I'll sleep again, dream again, believe in... things that someday will come true... But by now... the clock is ticking and I'm moving faster than... you.

I'm so tired of always losing all, I'm so tired of a life that doesn't worth living.

Some things have to be planned.

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