segunda-feira, 24 de maio de 2010

Reach

I've never planned it.
I've never wanted this before.
But we all know that we cannot control these things.
It happens
You feel it
Cry about it
Laught about it
Live and die about it
That's all you can do.

But it's fucking hard to hide.
I wasn't born to pretend, at all!
It hurts trying to reach you.
It hurts not reaching you.
It hurts not having you.

It hurts knowing that you are something untouchable.

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