viernes, 22 de septiembre de 2006

The singer and me

Don't put me to the test, because I may let you down. I never understood you, I don't know what happened then or what happens now... I still don't know you so well.

Stop singing, this is no longer your song.

I remember March, and I remember you. I don't want to write about Supernovae, I don't dare. I'm not stopping, I'm running maybe for forever.

Stop singing, this is no longer your song.

Don't ask me about myself. I don't want to remember what I once was. I'm lost and not planning to come back. What do I want? What the hell do I want?

Stop singing, this is no longer your song.

Time. Always time. But time is what we want it to be. Don't trust me, please, I don't deserve it. I'm guilty, I know, but I will never admit it.

Stop singing, just stop singing with me.