Time passes, time passes ...
I keep waiting for that to happen, but it happens.
I keep fooling myself ... thinking again that you were in a past.
A past that comes to life again ... every moment I think of you.
That's something I would not, because I never want to mourn ...
You may say I'm masochistic.
Think or kicks to the thought that I'm pessimistic.
But my attitude and all this is for a reason, for you
Because you're a rose that I'm glad my life,
yet its thorns hurt me ...
more ...
I'm falling, I cry on my own,
still waiting to happen ...
something that maybe is not going to happen.
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