I would love to know why that night that I was disappointed and angry and desperate, and I did not know where to turn and I wanted to leave but could not because there were one thousand thousand people out and I was in his underwear, and Then it rained and it was hot and I'm the one minute space in which we were not stand it anymore, and I missed the air as far as I was boiling the blood in my veins and I just wanted fumarmi a cigarette, and shut up with your stomach that you hoped you would turn over just looking at my sad eyes I could change my mind and that you are left with your own words , and instead you kept repeating those words to be clear, here, I would not know why I pulled two slaps are not sending out anyone to hell, I'm not burst into tears in torrents, I have not told your words were horrible and I have not made it clear that I felt empty and finite, and let me know because I was in my corner in silence, unable to understand what had happened and whether it really happened and it seemed to become mad and I said "the know, lo so" aggrappandomi al fatto che almeno in quel momento eravamo insieme e che è stupido, ma almeno di quello ero contenta.
Sì, sono un po' cretina, lo ammetto.
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