You left , you actually left.
Such small things mean so much.
'but dreams come slow , and they go so fast.
My dream lasted so far.
And -this- is the truth.
Can't stop blocking the tears that row through my eyes.
Why you stick to something when you belong to anything else.
Why someone promises so much and they flow away at the closest ----
Maybe it was just supposed to be this way.
Once you are sure of something you think you can do whatever the fuck you want. I'm not tied to anything. I'm ready to screw a possible future just to make my point.People are not jokes.One just to respect and to be respected.And if -this- means respect.Then I'll be going.
I'll be going far away than I've expected.
