When I'm in the middle of my poison, and black drops of this liar slip through my mouth is when I hide in the bittersweet, as orange and everything that perplexes the ears which are blind to the first impression of our kinship.
do not pretend to understand me ... It is very difficult.
night long ago have become only periods of downtime, colorful memories and hollow sounds that caress me after 3 am. Before waking
nothing ... only a hollow shape, a space, a vacuum hug, a blow to the chest and I hope that the day of what the night and not give me ...
I know why I'm not ornate, and what is the least important.
I know you will not find what you like.
do not know why ...
How good do not know anything. Hise
not know.
I know what I'm not lying ...
I do not know if I believe everything I say ...
do not know ...
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