it sucks, does it,
to feel that way.
it's all over now baby blue.
I wish I could call you and just cry and just i don't know. just. share this pain with you, as I shared my joy, my love.
but i guess we can't and are not allowed to share that pain. because in the end pain is this one thing in the world that we can't ever really share. nobody will understand. and we will always think that our pain is extraordinary and unique.
it would make it more difficult to surivive that crazily doomed tragedy to call you now. so i don't.
i don't i don't i don't.
how can it be that two love each other so much and still can't be together? how can it be, that two love and want each other so much but both know with this sixth sense that defeats all logic and all careful considerations ('let's wait and take a break')
that it won't work out.
it
won't
work
out.
do you get it, girl. do you get it, it won't.
ah how i wish i could just be young and carefree and just live a romance until it breaks violently.
this breaks because we went too far. because we were too serious about it. because we put so much meaning into it. because you wanted to marry me and now that we both feel that this isn't going to work out we better run and end this before it hurts even more.
i want to be more hurt, if i could just love you a little longer.
it's stupid.
i think that's what drug addicts do. just one more.
i hate being strong. i hate being considerate. i hate being understanding.
i don't want it anymore.
i probably have to cut it off and just thinking of it throws me into outer space and i am floating and screaming and nothing hears me and nothing anybody could say would console this pain.

cuando viene el dia mis penas s'agrandan; solo las sombras de la noche oscura consuelan mi alma.....