Τρίτη, 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2012
Δευτέρα, 27 Φεβρουαρίου 2012
These mighty eyes.
They looked at me with no intention.
They hit me twice. At first glance, and then a second time.
I feel like giving up.
Its been a while since the night that I first met you.
I still got dusty shoes, fear of love, fear of losing you.
I'll be alright if I can just stay in tonight. I don't want to talk.
Just let me drink, tomorrow we'll give up.
And everyone says that I shouldn't think about it. That I should find things to get distracted by. But everyone has their own life so how am I supposed to get distracted if I'm fucking alone all the time ?