sábado, 20 de agosto de 2011

fate fell short

This place was never the same again, after you came and went, how can you say you meant anything different, to anyone standing alone, on the street with a cigarette, on the first night we met.
Look to the past and remember and smile. And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I'm not in the scene, I think I'm fallin' asleep, but then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you.



Mi foto
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Figured on, not figuring myself out.