6 de jul. de 2011

Headache

It's the kind of pain that says I feel rejected
It's the kind of pain that says how I miss to be passionately loved
It's the kind of pain that says how frozen future is
It's the kind of pain that keeps screaming "I miss it"
It's the kind of pain that fakes a smile
It's the kind of pain that stings the stomach
It's the kind of pain that echoes in the air
It's the kind of pain that doesn't have to last.

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