So much for my happy ending. Let’s talk this over, it’s no like we’re dead. Was it something I did? Was it something you said? Don’t leave me hanging in a city so dead. Held up so high on such a breakable thread. You were all the things I though I knew and I though we could be. You were everything, everything that I wanted, we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lose it. And all the memories so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending. You’ve got your dumb friends, I know what they say, they tell you I’m difficult but so are they. But they don’t know me, do the even know you? All the things you hide from me and all the shit that you do. . You were all the things I though I knew and I though we could be. You were everything, everything that I wanted, we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lose it. And all the memories so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending. It’s nice to know that you were there, thanks for acting like you cared and making me feel like I was the only one. It’s nice to know we had it all, thanks for watching as I fall and letting me know we were done. You were everything, everything that I wanted, we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lose it. And all the memories so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending.. You were everything, everything that I wanted, we were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lose it. And all the memories so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending.
Como no me salen las palabras, a pesar de tener miles de sentimientos aprovechables para escribir, no puedo. Desde ayer intento, y me siento bloqueada, mis dedos empiezan a escribir, termino una oración y la verdad que dice menos el principio que el final, sin sentido. Una de mis canciones favoritas puede describir todo lo que siento ahora, todo lo que en realidad, con mis propias palabras, no puedo escribir. Quiero imaginar que en unos días se me va a ir esto que me bloquea o que se yo y pueda escribir, porque la verdad que tengo demasiado para juntar a un papel y una lapicera.
With love, J
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