Days among us
You ruin my interactions of casually strange ways you know,
it is not enough to be a fortuneteller to realize that the new love has expired
like the cans of cocacola you like to drink.
Just take advantage of the story
I know from the simple feeling of everything, believe me I feel things,
I was a little surprised to give a click the link because I do not know what.
And that "I do not know what" has confirmed what happened in the air a few days before,
it will not be necessary to replicate it, you know that I was never in favor of complacency.
The truth is that I do not know if you have returned to the circle that I have around, Although the biggest possibility is that you do not do it,
The egos have fought enough,
Until I started reading astral letters, horoscopes and other trinkets to understand the methodology of Behavior of those that are marked by the sting.
I assume that pain is part of the custom,
Remember that we are made of customs,
That only ratifies the truth
And the truth however it does not serve
Is that on my part when it was stuck to your hand, your breasts and your sex was never the deceit
I felt that you wanted me to tell you things,
Things that would sum up and end with absurd hatred,
Oh come on how many ¿2? ¿3 years?
You once said that I can erase everything but not what I have in my head,
You are right.
I would like to accompany you these days, I would love to do it
but I can not now and I do not know why.
