06 febbraio, 2008

You tell me.

Why do you hold my hand, then?
I don't need a frend to hold me hard when he is sad..
I need a friend to ask me how am I.

Is you're not that kind of friend, then you can stop holding my hand.
Don't even dare to hug me, I'm not someone else's price.
But... why?

Why can't you trust me?
What did I do wrong? Should I change?
Or should you?

You tell me...
Do you really care about me?
Do you really love me?

I never knew you were such a fool...
How could I know that?
Better...
Why did you pretend to be my friend when you never even care?
Why?

It may sound repetitive... but it's true.. WHY?
All around me is fast moving.

How does it feel to hurt someone without carrying at all?
You tell me...

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