But unhappily, you go, you leave.
I love you, but unhappily, you leave.
I’m afraid, I’m afraid to broke my heart
I am afraid of love.
Everyday, I fucking miss you
But oh lord, what can I do ?
If at least I had told you “stay”
Did you stay ?
Oh how I wish you did.
I find myself in these coffee cups, in these cold afternoon, in these old songs that make me feel so comfortable , i find myself in these mess that actually never describe me so well. I also find myself in these loneliness, in this sadness, in this happiness, in this love for simple things, the love for the complication. And suddenly i found out, that i’m this, i’m all, that good feelings, the bad ones, the depression, the happiness, the mess, the clean, the black and the pale. I am all.
And at the end, there’s no cameras.
there’s no director guiding my life.
there’s no itinerary, there’s no happy ending.
At the end, is all me, me and myself. Trying to made my life a movie, trying to make all look better. Trying.
