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Domingo, Julho 27, 2008 the first time i feel this way, the first time all i wanna do is to be with someone all the time and it's all screwed up... i just feel like crying today cos i dunno what to do. i cannot elope. i cannot give up on me and neither on us. i don't know what to do cos there's no choice, there are no two or three things i could pick... it's it. me here, him there. my life everywhere and nowhere, and his there... he is there. i cannot shout i cannot stop i cannot go... i've got stay and keep doing what would make me a better person, what would make me better, what would me dad proud. cos i reckon this all about making his death less painful, less meaningless... i'm really fucking sad... i know i told u i'd be ok with u going out but that was the time i had to talk to u. and really? we don't have a real talk for a long time. so... i reckon... it's not gonna work out unless we make adjustments on this fucked up relationship. cos i cannot go on with not talking, not seeing, not being, not sleeping... u know? so... make up ur mind, or else.. just go. vomitado gentilmente por mazu*9:13 AM beba-me : Segunda-feira, Julho 07, 2008 
[friends] voce sente saudades, mas tenta disfarcar. ate porque eh um sentimento que vai e vem. as noites sao cheias de risadas e pisco sour. e mesmo assim, quando chega em casa, falta algo. [porque mesmo me divertindo eu sinto falta de voces. grrrrrrrr] - Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost? I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand I've been here so long; think that its time to move The winter's so cold summer's over too soon so let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow I've got some friends, some that I hardly know But we've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go We live on front porches and swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand, until you hold my hand I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, are we just getting more lost? I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words We live on front porches and swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand [rise against - swing life away] vomitado gentilmente por mazu*9:29 PM beba-me : Terça-feira, Julho 01, 2008 It's yet to be determined, but the air is thick, and my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, and I'm glad you're not a part of this, there's parts of me that will be missed. And the phone is always dead to me, so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like. It's colder than it ought to be in March and I still got a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home, into your arms again. And the people here are asking after you. It doesn't make it easier. It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away) I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane) I'd see you in the morning, (morning) when the day is fresh. I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again) Coming home again. (again) Coming home again. (again) When the day is fresh, I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again) But it's warmer where you're waiting. It feels more like July. There's pillows in their cases, and one of those is mine. And you wrote the words "I love you", and sprayed it with perfume. It's better than the fire is to heat this lonely room. It's warmer where you're waiting It feels more like July. It feels more like July. It's yet to be determined, but the air is thick, and my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, and I'm glad you're not a part of this, there's parts of me that will be missed. And the phone is always dead to me, so I can't tell you the temperature is dropping and it feels like. It's colder than it ought to be in March and I still got a day or two ahead of me till I'll be heading home, into your arms again. And the people here are asking after you. It doesn't make it easier. (easier) It doesn't make it easier to be away.(to be away) I'd like to hire a plane.(a plane) I'd see you in the morning, (morning) when the day is fresh. I'm coming home again. (I'm coming home again) Coming home again. (again) Coming home again. (again) When the day is fresh, I'm coming home again.(I'm coming home again) [dashboard confessional - a plain morning] ok... mazu esta namorandinho. sim sim... rs... de um chileno. e nao, victor, ele nao se chama juan! escrevo mais em breve pq ele esta me esperando. beijos* vomitado gentilmente por mazu*10:20 PM beba-me : |
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