Do i want it? Do i wish it? Do i need it? There's nothing left in me that con take this up again, i will have to be you who spite the right words, the right moments, the right gestures, otherwise i will leave.
Cold as ice, my nickname, you gave it to me, and probably i'm gonna use it. I don't see in myself ice, i'm like a warm december night were everyone shakes, weird skin, no place to go, just lay out in darkness and suck life from stars.
I'm deeply annoyed of your behavior, it seems to me silly and immature, how's that that you act wrong, hurt my feelings, run away, disappear and then i have to confront the consequences? That's not human, thats completely annoying!!!
In this week that you gave me, i had thought things that has submerged me into doubt.... The consequences that you leave me in, are now returning to you, Sunday! Sunday! last day i'll wait for, no more.
U can't threat me like this, i'm worth, and the fact that u don't see it, doesn't make it less...
U screwed it up, yes, U SCREWED IT UP, hope u have the balls to fix it and make it right...
Won't wait too long, so HURRY UP!!!!
Do NOT give my mind time to think, it screws itself, soon, it will be too late...
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