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marzo 17, 2011

I lost all I believed in

You lonelily let her push under your bone. You let me down. It's no use deceiving. Neither of us wanna be alone, but I was lonelily looking for someone to hold. In a way I lost all I believed in and I never found myself so low. And you let me down. You could've called if you'd needed but you lonelily got yourself locked in instead. And you let me down. It's one thing being cheated but you took her all the way through your bed.

And now you're coming home and I'm trying to forgive.
You're coming home and I'm trying to forget.
You're coming home and I'm trying to move on.
You're coming home and you haven't called yet.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.