5.1.1.

01 noviembre 2003

Hoy quiero llorar...

One of us is crying,
One of us is lying,
In her lonely bed,
Staring at the ceiling,
Wishing she was somewhere else instead,
One of us is lonely,
One of us is only,
Waiting for a call,
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small,
Wishing she had never left at all.

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