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And i find myself sitting next to some yellow-tipped roses.
And i cant figure out if he remembered, or if it's simply in my imagination..
Could it be that i want something so bad, im willing to analyze it to the point of seen something that isnt there?
I hope not. But really, in all actuality, the feelings are real, they are there. Not fabrications, not manifestations of loneliness, theyre just there. And i wish i could say this was different, que estos sentimientos son iniguadables, pero no es cierto. Bien puede ser que esto que me duela en el pecho, que se me suve en la gargante es simplemente uno mas de mis temores. Una manifastacion de un corazon imaduro, o alrevez, lleno de cicatrizes.
I wish i knew with certainty. But i dont.
so, until then...unil i can find away to hold assurance in my heart, to erase all doubt, i'll sit here and dwell on everything with the highest level of scrutiny.
Con en corazon en la mano.
And i cant figure out if he remembered, or if it's simply in my imagination..
Could it be that i want something so bad, im willing to analyze it to the point of seen something that isnt there?
I hope not. But really, in all actuality, the feelings are real, they are there. Not fabrications, not manifestations of loneliness, theyre just there. And i wish i could say this was different, que estos sentimientos son iniguadables, pero no es cierto. Bien puede ser que esto que me duela en el pecho, que se me suve en la gargante es simplemente uno mas de mis temores. Una manifastacion de un corazon imaduro, o alrevez, lleno de cicatrizes.
I wish i knew with certainty. But i dont.
so, until then...unil i can find away to hold assurance in my heart, to erase all doubt, i'll sit here and dwell on everything with the highest level of scrutiny.
Con en corazon en la mano.