Sunday, April 18, 2010

Once again your cellphone did not go through
I'm like a crazy person roving the streets
Trying to escape from your warmth
Even with the rain pouring on the streets, it won't dissipate away
The corners of your mouth so expressionless
Like you're ridiculing my nuisance
I turn around and suddenly it's obvious
After love come to an end, you want to escape

I want to sustain my manners and forget about the pride
Continue to be your only castle

I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it
It was me who chose to not perceive the signs of breaking up
The problem of not having a tinge of sleepiness cannot be cured

I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it
I admit that I didn't pretend well enough
Please give me one second more

I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it
I continue to run alone in the night
But discovering that I no longer hear my own heartbeat

I'll get used to it, I'll get used to it
I admit that I didn't pretend well enough
Please give me one second more
One second ...

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