My thoughts sound better in books I didn't write, and in the songs I didn't sing.Even then sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain what you feel. There is no double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
Sabado, Setyembre 24, 2011
INSANE
All this time of my life
I've been lonely
Since the day you said goodbye
I have nothing but misery
Why oh why did you leave?
Lover, you said I am your life
So tell me now,
how do you breathe without life?
You play dead? HUH?
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