aside some days, almost without saying anything because I should be so.
Why some are a little disappointed and I already knew.
Not so much because I read in the future, but sadly because I know well.
Cause I'm tired of being here, always the same people, the smells, the same places, the same things. Always the eternal
comparison with what I was before.
When you went away you were not a woman
the street who did not return two wires
two life sentences jump on.
the street who did not return two wires
two life sentences jump on.
In between a bit.
