Wednesday, May 15, 2013

when we rise it's like strawberry fields, (Vi la noche llegar mucho antes de las seis)

from 5-03-2002

it's not fair.
you can't do this to me.
  i told you we couldn't be friends if we ever broke up.
  i told you. and you didn't want to believe me.
how could you put me here.
  today was your birthday. and no i didn't call you.
i couldn't. i'm too selfish and it's too fucking depressing.
you don't know. you don't.
but you made me promise.
now i'm stuck.
i can't move in your empty embrace. and i wonder what it'll be like
when i look in your face.
    "i'm in trouble now...all because of you."

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