domingo, 23 de outubro de 2011


"I have to block out thoughts of you
So I don't lose my head

They're crawling like a cockroach

Leaving babies in my bed

Dropping little reels of tape

To remind me that I'm alone

Playing movies in my head

That make a porno feel like home

There's a burning in my pride,

A nervous bleeding in my brain

An ounce of peace is all I want for you.

Will you never call again?

And will you never say that you love me

just to put it in my face?

And will you never try to reach me?

It is I that wanted space." Blue October
I shall be yours no more.