I still see your face everywhere I go.
I can smell you, hear you voice. Everything we were is so deep inside me and it doesn't want to leave.
It's been almost 4 months and I'm still here thinking you were the one. But I know I'm damn wrong. You were so wrong. You were a mistake. That's what I'm trying to believe. Maybe one day I'm gonna win this war, because you create a war inside me, and now I'm falling apart.
I see blurry, nothing is on focus, only your memory is so vivid and it pisses me off. I'm losing. I lost you and now I'm losing myself.
When will all of this be over?
If I could I'd like to delete my memory like Clementine. I should hate you. But I only hate myself because I'm not able to let you go, and it's too late.
I'm under a stormy sky and I'm waiting for the sun.
Because I know the sun must set to rise...
2 comments:
una volta ho letto una frase che mi hai lasciata a metà tra "vero" e "cazzo". diceva così: the most difficult part of saying goodbye, is saying it again every day.
fa schifo doverlo fare ogni giorno Vale...
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