Domingo. And no one has called me. Nobody. Not even to ask how I am. Needless to say, for a spin. To get me out of here. And you know I am. Rather how I've been. And nothing. Here I am.
And do not know how much I miss ... Because I have many things, but I need one. YOU. Where are you? I miss you ...
And the damn phone still ringing. I need someone to get me out of my own thoughts. I could call. Better not, see if you think I'm wrong. But they know I am. They should call them. Or me. Who knows.
I want this to end. How long will it take to stop hurting? All right? Because this will not happen. And no one understands. And not to give me head spin.
Where is the motive? Alomejor someone has llamdo. No, nothing.
makes a good day to go, but I have no strength to stand up, gravity sink me, like my moral state.
and sinks ... And nobody calls
...
and sinks ...
And the phone is silent ...
And I sink ...
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