8/19/2008

f: call me when you're sober


Don't cry to me. If you loved me: you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind. Should I let you fall? Lose it all? So maybe you can remember yourself. Can't keep believing, we're only deceiving ourselves . And I'm sick of the lie, and you're too late. Don't cry to me. If you loved me: you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind. Couldn't take the blames, sick with shame. Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded. You can't play the victim this time, and you're too late. You never call me when you're sober. You only want it cause it's over, It's over. How could I have burned paradise? How could I -you were never mine.
So don't cry to me,
f you loved me,
yu would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
jst get your things.
I've made up your mind.

5 comments:

TEIE said...

te amo

NANA said...

jajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ebria
te amo

j said...

la verdad que no me siento para nada identificada con eso eh, de verdaddddddd. jjajajaja jesus. te amo muchisimo P. gracias por esucharme ayer y por salvarme hoy.

Verde said...

te amo cork

sofi said...

te amo
es poco.
te amo más que te amo