sábado, 12 de dezembro de 2009

Just Another Hotel Room

i never walked by you to say goodbye
and now, i wish that you leave tonight.
my dear, you look so lost;
oh, tonight will be our worst.

if broken bones are never enough
then why you're pretending that you are so tough?
i guess, it's safe to say that you
didn't matter, anyway.

your monthly affairs, they never last
or so it seems to me.
but when they end, is for the best
i see.

(...)

(sujeito a alterações) Sleep, Love.

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