sábado, 25 de julio de 2009

the fucking love story, haaa

i saw her eyes
and then i saw your eyes
you were in love with her
i could felt this feeling
i could saw your eyes looking at her

and there was me,
with this feeling,
and i dont know what to do,
there was you, in love with her
but you actually now what was i felt.

.- i was there, but now you lost me,
and you have to accept this now

. you now that i love you more than her,
i hate this song, because of you,
because love songs are boring me
this is one, but now is the end.
and someone told me that i cannot depend of you.
because i want to live

me olvide que seguia , pero ya lo arreglare. haaaaa

a veces las historias de amor cansan, aburren , pero sin querer tu eres una de esas viejas historias que nunca acaban; sin embargo, en mi, una se acabo

3 comentarios:

M. dijo...

me gusta pero no pude superar el trauma de la mala gramatica :S
aun asi m gusta
superarlo :)

MªFernanda dijo...

jajaja estoy conciente de eso, y MUY conciente
pero cuando uno canta en la ducha, no la piensa, tan solo habla y la idea era esta. escribir lo que salio sin corregir nada =] jaja

.andrea. dijo...

jajajajaja. a mari..cuando no tu? =)

aaai, esta genial. y mejor si lo hiciste solo porque te salio, sin pensar :) lofff u niña gay