dissabte, 14 de novembre del 2009

(Please) get out of my mind.

Run, now I just want you to run
so fast that I can never catch you,
never see you,
never touch you,
never breathe you any more.
You'd better run,
run away before I try to grab you,
before I ask you for a last kiss.
Please get lost in the fog that's covering my sky;
do me a favour and get out of my sight
and my mind.

2 comentaris:

la su de tossa ha dit...

a mi també m'ha passat al meu bloc, estic conbençuda que déu ser alguna màquina

Poliédrica ha dit...

A mi també, no entenc res. Serà un virus (o una grip?)