I think I like to suffer. Some kind of masochist. That could explain why in the hell I keep listening musics that remember me you or some time that we spent together.
Geez, that hurts. Well, a little part of it, at least. I keep thinking that this little part that hurts is the part of me that really misses you. Because all the other part miss that time that was like yesterday but feels like a million years ago.
I’m pretty sure that I shouldn’t have been doing this to myself. But I insist. I insist in keep you or at least what you were alive here.
Is this a wrong way to live? Yes, it is. Sometimes I like to be wrong, but definitely not on this time.
I get that my feelings for you put more weight on your back or something like this. And I’m trying to not blame you about your overreaction, because in all this time that I've got to know you, I’ve never ever expect that.
That’s ok to not feeling it back, but it’s not ok to hide; To pretend that I don’t exist anymore, specially when we are talking about whom got your back when you were falling apart.
I always said to you: “I don’t know how to play this game.” But I did. I played. I got hurt and I didn’t say anything, because you needed me. And I was there.
So now, that I don’t know what I’m gonna do with this feeling and this musics, could you please just say: “everything is gonna be ok!”?
Geez, that hurts. Well, a little part of it, at least. I keep thinking that this little part that hurts is the part of me that really misses you. Because all the other part miss that time that was like yesterday but feels like a million years ago.
I’m pretty sure that I shouldn’t have been doing this to myself. But I insist. I insist in keep you or at least what you were alive here.
Is this a wrong way to live? Yes, it is. Sometimes I like to be wrong, but definitely not on this time.
I get that my feelings for you put more weight on your back or something like this. And I’m trying to not blame you about your overreaction, because in all this time that I've got to know you, I’ve never ever expect that.
That’s ok to not feeling it back, but it’s not ok to hide; To pretend that I don’t exist anymore, specially when we are talking about whom got your back when you were falling apart.
I always said to you: “I don’t know how to play this game.” But I did. I played. I got hurt and I didn’t say anything, because you needed me. And I was there.
So now, that I don’t know what I’m gonna do with this feeling and this musics, could you please just say: “everything is gonna be ok!”?
