miércoles, 4 de noviembre de 2009









*Don´t speak

I know just what you´re saying
So please stop explaining
Don´t tell me cause it hurts.
Don´t speak. I know what you´re thinking. I don´t need your reasons. Don´t tell me cause it hurts.

Our memories. Well, they can be inviting. But some are altogether
Mighty frightening. As we die, both you and I. With my head in my hands
I sit and cry.