things happen that I do not I can not explain .. especially when I asked them happen from the beginning.
But I agree, lived for as they came, never taken for granted because there's that bell that endlessly repeats "do not you get used to the * * next time there may be"
I absorbed the words that I would not have accepted it, lived gestures that I would not have allowed .. I wonder what is the point, now
call to baste a speech that has no logical thread
wonder if I have you in my life so, or if I expect something different that you can not give me and then I must tell you why we are still time to stop it ..
I did not ask you to come
I do not expect you to stay
is that sometimes .. wake up in the middle of the night and feel that the scar burning more after you've decided not to kiss her before .. weighs, believe me.
I wish I could look at everything that has happened as if it was a beautiful picture painted by a psychopath neuron .. mine.
bkgnd: Dave Gahan - A little Lie
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