I am listening to the radio, all the music that is on and every song they’re playing is about that love that’s gone. A wise man wrote what isn't there is what you want to find. So now I'll have to find myself so that I won't lose my mind. I actually thought you would relieve my pain by drawing myself into you. Fool...Is there any trick to get over it ?

The story tells that one day, I will wake up and it would look like a bad dream. Time sweet heart, you (all) say, time will make it happen. Well, time better hurrys up its ass ‘cause I'm counting the days.

Posted by pimousse at 10:22:44 pm into the following categories: Switzerland, Geneva, Humeur

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