sâmbătă, 4 iunie 2011

Better in time? Really?

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

joi, 2 iunie 2011

L'amerture d'un syllogisme

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

miercuri, 1 iunie 2011

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?

marți, 31 mai 2011

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?