not ask me to smile Now I'm going to die of grief ......
the end I was right, not going to happen.
but I can be very much in love with him
can not pass anything.
No, because there is a name written on his heart that is not mine ...
At least I will not have to see more ... perhaps there may be a call or an MSN message but not have to look at him or be near ...
In me there is a mixture of sadness, anger and shame
is a very clear contradiction or a lie .... One well is not someone who is not a friend .... One well is not a stranger, because that is what I am ... a stranger in your life ... and he in mine, is another illusion that came to destroy what was left of my heart
I will not return to love .... ever .... And if I flee before they can hurt me ...
I will save what is left of my heart ... what little is left of my heart
