Away and yet, close.

It feels like coming back to you each and every time. How do I stop this insane feeling? I don't think I can make it to the end, but you should dissipate, to help me understand.

Leave, go away.

Crying your heart out

And it all fell apart. But we built it again. Better. Stronger.

"Don't be scared!"
"I'm not scared..."
"You'll never change what's been and gone."

Oh no! Don't go changing!

Been a long time since I... Did something good for myself. But why should I be put through hell? 

Evaporat

Fragilele frunze uscate ce in lumina soarelui palid plutesc molcom, incet, visatoare sunt lacrimi ce se scurg din adancurile unui sentiment de mult irosit, evaporat. Oare a mai ramas vreo picatura gingasa in abisul mea intunecat? Oare vor mai apuca o zi plina de ploaie?

E durere. Si fericire. Terna, in schimb. Dorul meu se scurge rar, in valuri zgribulite de spuma lor cea alba, vijelioasa. Si totusi... a mai ramas ceva din ce a fost cu multa vreme in urma?

Ai uitat.

Don't forget...

'Cause nothing feels right when I'm not with you. And it's been a while since the last time I tasted in my mouth the scent of your cucumber perfume. Close to you no more.

Notoriety's fun no more when you're not behind my back to steal my ideas and wipe out my genie. What would it be if... it didn't end there? Or... did it really end?

Sometimes we don't know where we're going.. . sometimes I feel you should be crawling back to me... You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all. Am I dreaming? Well, wake me up.

Maybe you caught the train just like you said you did, maybe it broke down but you didn't give up... Maybe you got lost on the way back to my house, maybe you called and I was on the phone





Yeah right! You lied to me like I'm not there, you must be mad you lied so bad, just listen to yourself...

Better in time? Really?

Thought I couldn't live without you, It's gonna hurt what heals too...

L'amerture d'un syllogisme

"Ce n'est pas la peine de se tuer, puisqu'on se tue toujours trop tard."

Love

Because you loved me. And I loved you. And we were happy.

But then, we both fell in love with someone else. And it all fell apart. Burnt out feelings are still impregnated in my thin heart. But then?

Weren't we just strangers?

C'est pas ton amour

Seulement si tu veux mon amour tu entreras dans un délire indésirable. Et tu la veux. Plus que ta conscience. Mais... où est-ce que je suis? Dans ton coeur ou dessous ton petit pied, en étant préparé pour sentir comment tu marcheras dessus de moi.

Je t'attends. Viens chez moi. Viens vers moi!

          Est-ce que tu peux faire face à mon haine?

                      Qu' est-ce que on a été durant tout ce temps?




Rien.

Is it true?

Was it easier to change an Ugly Michael that loves you into a charming guy, than shifting an amazing Michael, that Hates you into one that could give you all his love? I guess you chose the shorter path, not the one that you really cared about, love. Tell me... was it worth it? Did it (the creature that is gaining my look through time) satisfy your requests?

Is it better than me? You chose living with a fake, loving a copy.


Wouldn't it be better to steal the original?