I donno...why i wrote it,
but thought it might be good enough...to put on the ba6a6a
From all stories I’ve lived
our story was the cruel,
Still, searching the best way,
to forget you, forgetting me too,
doesn’t fit to live in your own script anymore,
Don’t stop, the applause is still flowing,
asking the world to stop, once, but wont…
Don’t want to rehears in my room,
for a role that my days are refusing,
and time won’t forgive…
behaving, like and actor almost finished
going off the stage,
leaving life behind,
apologizing for the decorations,
apologizing for my days,
as a nothing, as a failure…
from all stories I remember,
I insist ours was the cruelest,
But this was the final act,
don’t let your life pass waiting,
let the curtains rise,
and I’ll be there for you
watching you shine,
don’t cry coz you arrived,
and I didn’t …
I won’t interrupt anymore…
