Every rose has its thorn

Though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain. Life a knife that cuts you; the wound heals, but the scar remains. I know I could have saved our love that night, if I had known what to say. Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways. And now I hear you've found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you. To hear that tears me up inside, and to see you cuts me like a knife.

Hay tantas cosas mezcladas en este blog. En realidad no me identifica tanto eso. Por lo menos ya no. Obvio que en realidad re volvería el tiempo atrás, pero bueno, no se puede. Igual no estoy todo el tiempo pensando en eso. Creo que puse esto porque me encanta la canción (no la de Miley Cyrus, te odio flaca, la de Poison). En fin, aguante que mis distracciones sean cyberamores imposibles. Perfectos, pero imposibles.