Is what I want to tell you every days, but my pride prevents me.
My pride is a virtue or a defect? Well, less love and more vodka.
I got tired. Simply, I do not need, we do not need more games.
No more games.
No more indirect talks, it only made us to hurts ours hearts.
Even with all this, I keep. Keep running ... and fleeing.
When in fact I just wanted to be by your side.
What I do not know why.
I only know that I really fucking like you.
It is true, then stop ignoring me, and do things to hurt me.
Although I not seem have feelings.
I have feelings and secrets that you will never know ...