You're different, much different from what I remember, of what you were to me.What's that yellow about anyway?
I guess today your chapter was over, still, i'm not over you, or i must say, i'm not over with what i feel/felt for you.
Though, if it ain't you, it's me, it's got to be me. But why?
(Why)Did i got so attached? Why couldn't I let go for so long?
I finally got to this point now, where I can think about it, logically, start to think of it that way, or beginning to belive that i can think about it logically, truthfully... but who knows, it can take another two years.
Why will it always be you, about you, you being the One, you being that Thing, when i get to the point of knowing that it isn't about you anymore??
That person of two years ago, it isn't you, the feelings that you shared with me...gone. Why do I keep saying this to myself over and over again without it making any sense at all in my head nor heart?
All the things i felt, crying for someone for real, loving you like i hope i can love someone, someday, again.
And still, seeing you today, didn't do me any good nor bad, it's just your figure, you know, your figure, your presence... but it isn't you anymore.
I know the 'before' was there in that same body but even that one looking so similiar doesn't look the same.
Your cute laugh... that remains and 'the' accent(...) there's so much i'd want to say, so much i could tell you, of how much i missed it for all this time, but it wouldn't matter 'cause you could never realize it, no one can, not even myself and, for real, no one would belive it like i can't and shouldn't. Sounds sick.
Why? I get frustrated that, with all of this, i still didn't tell you a thing.
Afterall, i know, i'm still attached, i'm still there, lost in time, two years ago, i hope i can move on starting soon, but for now, i still love you, like it wasn't meant too, love the person you were back then and still love what's left of you, somewhere there, in that body with a different someone in it, still do, maybe i'll always will.
Catarina.
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"Pensando en ti...
puedo ver el matiz,
y el reflejo de mi de depresion
puedo ver el perfil
del fantasma que hay en mi interior
y no he dejado de fumar y no puedo dormir
y en medio de la soledad sigo pensando en ti
y no me atrevo a comenzar por olvidarte al fin
porque me asusta descifrar
que habra detras de ti
que hay detras
de una lagrima
que hay detras
de la fragilidad
que hay detras
del ultimo adios
que hay detras
cuando acaba el amor
que hay detras...
puedo ver desde aqui mis recuerdos persiguiendote
puedo ver el perfil de mi sombra sobre la pared
y no he dejado de fumar y no puedo dormir
y en medio de la soledad sigo pensando en ti
y no me atrevo a comenzar por olvidarte al fin
porque me asusta decifrar
que habra detras de ti"
RBD
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"Pensando en ti...
puedo ver el matiz,
y el reflejo de mi de depresion
puedo ver el perfil
del fantasma que hay en mi interior
y no he dejado de fumar y no puedo dormir
y en medio de la soledad sigo pensando en ti
y no me atrevo a comenzar por olvidarte al fin
porque me asusta descifrar
que habra detras de ti
que hay detras
de una lagrima
que hay detras
de la fragilidad
que hay detras
del ultimo adios
que hay detras
cuando acaba el amor
que hay detras...
puedo ver desde aqui mis recuerdos persiguiendote
puedo ver el perfil de mi sombra sobre la pared
y no he dejado de fumar y no puedo dormir
y en medio de la soledad sigo pensando en ti
y no me atrevo a comenzar por olvidarte al fin
porque me asusta decifrar
que habra detras de ti"
RBD
How can something mean so much the same, after such a long time?
