it's been a while since I last saw your face
and my stomach aches 'cause you're not here
I feel your touch everywhere, but the absence of it is what's real
I'm not hurting, yet I'm a martyr,
and I'm as yours as you are mine
that meaning, that you want us to be free and I'm already being left behind
I want you bad but I love you more
the thing is that I don't know if it really is love,
but I want to break walls and tear them apart
just so I can get in your heart
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Hace rato no escribía.
Y ahora que lo pienso, esto podría perfectamente ser parte de la otra historia.
oH wELL
