lunes, 16 de noviembre de 2009

in-coma

Confide in me,
sustain all my apathy.
You're such a mess,
you can learn not to confess.
You will not find it in me,
simply because I can't
wake up and find it in me,
I'm in a coma.
You will not find it in me,
and you'll reveal all your pains again.

Hey! Such a mess but I don't care
(simply because I can't).

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