
Gotovo je... Riješila sam se svih stvari koje su me podsjećale na njega... Više me uopće ne zanima... Tj. prestao me zanimat već dulje vrijeme ali sad sam skupila hrabrosti i pobrisala sve fileove i datoteke u kompu koje su sadržavale nešto njegovo... Ionako sam već dovoljno propatila zbog (manjka) ljubavi koje mi (nije) dao... Zašto se vraćati na, već ionako bolan početak kad to nema smisla... Kad nema nikakve koristi, a niti želje za tim... Znam da je ovo neshvatljivi post, ali morala sam to nekako izbaciti iz sebe i dokazati si da sam dovoljno jaka da krenem ispočetka..............

Him - Pretending
Love is a flame that can't be tamed
And though we are its willing prey, my darling
We are not the ones to blame
Trust is a word all lovers know
The glorious art of staining souls, my darling
We are not the ones to blame
The more we have the more we want
And the more it hurts our hearts, my baby
It always ends up in tears
So keep on pretending
Our heaven is worth the waiting
Keep on pretending it's alright
So keep on pretending
It will be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
It's alright
When doubts arise the game begins
The one we will never win, my baby
It always ends up in tears...
So keep on pretending
Our heaven is worth the waiting
Keep on pretending it's alright
So keep on pretending
It will be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
It's alright
So keep on pretending
Our heaven is worth the waiting
Keep on pretending it's alright
So keep on pretending
It will be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
It's alright
Love is a flame that can't be tamed
And though we are its willing prey, my darling
We are not the ones to blame

Post je objavljen 28.08.2006. u 18:47 sati.