that was suppose to be the last one
anyway i don´t think anyone is reading that so nevermind
it´s so ridiculous, or maybe rather sad
I still feel like your mi, your little lady
every friday when I come home, I miss you around
every night I get to bed it scares me I cannot feel your breath
touch you hands
misiu, it hurts so much
sometimes I don´t know if the pain is phisical or nside of my heart
it just feels like exploding in my chest

why cannot I understand that you wanted to get rid of me
why cannot I just send you to hell, forget and move on

I can´t amitku, just can´t
you marked me so deamn much
I don´t want anyone else to touch
I dont want anyone elses kiss

tremenda putada, mi, I don´t think that will take me anywhere
you, keep coming back, in the dreams, in the flashes at any time of the day

at the end being alone its cool
I have time for all my bullshits
I got addicted to the computer
I spend hours with photoshop, or drawing
i go to the beach
oor i just get lost with my camera

but i miss the barcelona evenings with your around
i miss the sound of your piano
i miss the shining in your eyes while making something beautiful
i miss the goodmorning kiss

and still..I have this emptyness inside
or like a wound in the place I was joined with you , bleeding, so I cannot forget

so please, dont you tell me what love means
and dont you tell me about not loving you
beacuse it just sounds....crazy
crazy, i am crazy I think

the candles and red roses, chocolates and champane