A passagem das horas

A chegar ao fim do dia... Tentei com que as horas passassem por mim sem a recordação da data. O telemóvel tocou com um aviso. E os anos passam em flashback, os anos passados, os anos vividos e aqueles em que nada soube. E lá vão 3...
Estou a escrever para mim, estou a escrever sobre um rapaz que se perdeu e que eventualmente acabou por me perder, porque esse dia tinha de chegar. Eramos novos demais e naquela idade ainda não se conhece o amor.
Hoje é o seu aniversário, parabéns.

wherever you are :: you will carry always :: truth of the scars :: and the darkness of your faith :: slowly move on :: how did we get to here :: it all went wrong :: gravity claiming all your tears :: everything looks :: so much better now :: you will get yours :: you have no right :: to ask me now :: you were never that around :: i have missed :: reality day trips and your :: suit me suit me ways :: turn out the light switch :: we've been awake for days :: and no-one's coming round :: here no more :: you will get yours :: you have no right :: to calm me down :: you were never that around :: i have missed :: cold contagious :: all the mighty mighty men :: what you save is what :: you lose out in the end :: cold contagious :: paint your perfect day :: i don't mind this :: i'm better off by the way :: deeply grounded :: you will get yours :: cold contagious :: all the mighty mighty men :: what you save is what you lose :: out in the end :: cold contagious

(Bush)