Publicerad 2008-07-13 19:59 av Chriztian Wennersten

Fri tolkning.


CHOKE

CHOKE

I choke
And I know you wish it was a joke
But something with us are infected like a bleeding wound
Haven’t you felt the same for a while now

I have become a ghost
I float alone and unseen like ghosts do most
And I know you haven’t noticed that the air between us is cold
I miss what we had but I will soon let it go

At least pretend that you care about me until the end
Even if you don’t even know how I feel
I will pretend that I still remember all things I loved with you
Because I know that we won’t remember each other at all when this is over





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