segunda-feira, 9 de março de 2009

The game is over.

You can stop now. Your weakness won the game.
But I don't know why, you still thinking that I'll be there
always when you need the might and courage which belong to me.

Forget. I'm tired of try, and try again.
I'm tired of borrow my wisdom to someone who doesn't care for me.

I don't wanna share my dream with a person that doesn't know recognize loyalty, true love and affection.

You can stop now. Your ingratitude won the game.

I'm glad for still having my shelter on my love's arms. I don't need you.

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