mess in my head

mess in my head

вторник, 4 сентября 2012 г.


You're better off without him
Your mind so clear
Throw away that film
And look what's there around you

No more phonecalls
And messages that make no sense
Come on, he lied he loved you
But you decided to pretend

I'll throw away your picture
And stop sending you farewells
There was something, but without you
There's a chance that it hurts less

And when I told you
That this should have never gone so far
You should have listened, now behind you,
There's me, unwanted, poisoned by your lies.

понедельник, 3 сентября 2012 г.

I wish the things engraved in my memory could be easily erased. I want them to be, especially when remembering hurts so much that it makes me inanimate. Just go away, please go away.