lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011

I'm missing your bed I never sleep, avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak. And this bottle of beast is taking me home. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets. But you're not alone, and you're not discreet.  Make sure I know who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over again. 
There's not a word that I comprehend, except when you signed it "I will love you always and forever."

Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit alone and wonder how you're making out. But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out.
I'm missing your laugh, how did it breakAnd when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending. I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets,
I am alone i
n my defeat. I wish I knew you were safely at home.

I'm missing your bed I never sleep, avoiding the spots where we'd have speak. And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
Your hair it's everywhere screaming infidelities, and taking its wear.

6 comentarios:

  1. Hooola! me encanta tu blog y ya te sigo! me sigues porfa? este es mi blog: www.elblogsinfondo.blogspot.com

  2. qué triste... pero, como siempre, en inglés todo suena bello.

  3. emedemaria tiene razon, todo en inglés suena bello... No se porqué, pero cuando contamos algo nos lastima, nos parece más fácil hacerlo en inglés.

  4. Uy que dulce y triste. Un beso, me gustó!

  5. no entendi nada de tu entraada jajajaja


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