No es lo mismo

Poor little thing, she thought she was special, she thought she was the one and only, but it's not her fault, you made her believe it and as she's writting her feelings in the middle of this lonely night the tears begin to fall from her silly eyes, like yesterday, like always. She don't even know or understand herself, if only she could find something that stops all that pain inside...but where? how? maybe it doesn't exist, maybe she has to live with it the rest of her whole life.

But what is this? only a dream, a nightmare, the new reality, a simulation of life? No answers in this night, no more love or lies or pain or memories. She doesn't deserve anything but peace. And she always knew it, ever she tried to cheat herself...

Jamas el calor me habia abrazado desde dentro de mi ser.