every day its a slow motion day, all the things happen so slow so boring. all day i just want to stay at home and watch old movies, every night i go to the bed and i fall sleep looking the rain running for my window.
since you been gone all music is sad and blue, even my books stories are all sad all broken hearth. i dont like the happy endings no more, i afraid to the ends.
when you come back?
i need feel again, no matters if your back bring me madnees, i need it, i dont like my new black and white world, i need your crazy humor, changing every second, i need your noisy music i need you
when you come back?
B. M
