I dont ask for much,
just a lil' more each and everytime.
I'm not sure whether it is a mistake,
or a fatal incident...
How I wish...
if only...things were then different.
When you're gone,
pieces of my heart are missing you.
A day great day will not end well without you.
Fuck...I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.
rose
ps: i hate to see the things that remind me of you and the days