31 agosto, 2010
The end is near, and I know it.
And... May I stand all your stupid acts? May I pay for every second that I'm not kissing you? What do you really think about us? Because we've just began the war. We've already destroy the feelings. There's nothing in my place, even the desolation left yesterday. There are no more tears for our fight. I guess I don't know when the end is.