domingo, 7 de novembro de 2010

From Now On...


I’m tired of waiting. You’ll never come and I just stopped minding. I still cry when I remember your face, I still hear your voice in my mind, but I’ll stop doing it, little by little. The days will come, they’ll go by and I’ll learn how to live without you. My heart won’t beat so fast, my hands won’t shake so much and I will be different. I decided it. Today. And from now on, it’ll be like this. Like you were nothing. ‘Cause now you are.
Just stop saying you didn’t know. You did. And now it’s too late for you to come around and ask me for a second chance. Too late to apologize. From this moment on, you’re nothing for me, and I’ll just stop reminding your face every moment. I’ll put your picture down, and when I turn off the light, I’ll sleep without thinking about you. When I wake up, you’ll be past. And the past… The past doesn’t return!

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