People are strange

1.6.11

Nothing I am, nothing I dream, nothing is new, nothing I think or believe in or say.. nothing is true. It used to be so easy, I never even tried.. it used to be so easy. But the last day of summer, never felt so cold; the last day of summer, never felt so old. Never felt so.. All that I have, all that I hold, all that is wrong. All that I feel for or trust in or love.. all that is gone. It used to be so easy, I never even tried. It used to be so easy.. but the last day of summer, never felt so cold; the last day of summer, never felt so old. The last day of summer, never felt so..

Muero en la semana, revivo sábado, domingo. Muero en la soledad, y revivo en tus brazos.[Se hizo tarde, es hora de que vuelvas a casa.] Por favor.