11 enero, 2005

Cannot Stand This

It's just as simple as that... I can't



Can't stand the noise
Can't stand the yelling
Can't stand the explanations
Can't stand the lies
Can't stand the routine
Can't stand the dissapointments
Can't stand my mistakes
Can't stand my estupidity
Can't stand my lack of experience
Can't stand my not learning from my experiences
Can't stand myself
Can't stand them
Can't stand waking every morning just because I'm not sleepy anymore
Can't stand not having a reason to go throught this
Can't stand holding the tears
Can't stand people walking over me
Can't stand being the guilty one all the time
Can't stand being the good and stupid one
Can't stand being with you and feeling invisible
Can't stand talking to you and feeling I'm in some sort of monologue
Can't stand this any longer




Please, don't make me stand this any longer

Just a hand... even a finger could pull me away from here...

give it to me...


... Give me a reason to live.


06 enero, 2005

¿El libro de las preguntas?

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¿Y como fue tu primer beso?
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