Crash

And tell me why, even if I feel that I'm dying, why should I beg for your pardon?

Because I left you after you waste all the time being angry for a thing completely without sense?

Because I left, displeased, after you used all the little time we have, throwing your accusations and plain reasons, that doesn't gives you any conclusion, doesn't solves anything and only makes you get bitter?

Or is it, just because you simple want to be annoyed with me and about everything, single because the way you see things doesn't allow you to smile and laugh about the inmense and possible things that happen everyday?

Or maybe should I beg for pardon, because it is impossible for you to understand that my company, my love, are completely independent from the negligences without importance that happen everyday?

Tell me what they took?
Tell me what was lost?

Show me the things we can´t recover that was worth the pain of your attitude?

Tell me that the lost time, was as big, that either all the years to become couldn't be used to recover it

Tell me that being annoying with me is more productive, than simply, laugh about the silly situations while we value the things that in truth are important. Maybe, that could justify a lot of things, well, at least for you.

And so. I will tell you.

I lost you.

And I can't see that you would like to change anything, also I'm becoming to think that in your insides, you feel that's better if i stay far away.

I lost you, and I don't want to try to undestand how is the way, that someone who use to said that were in love, could just resignate everything only because a stupid pride, supreme unfounded and that the truth, I do not know what it looks for to feed.

I had preferred to go thousands of times with you, doing the same thing, that one time but alone.

I had preferred to laugh thousand of times about your neglicences, that being boasting me about my simply and pragmatic way to judge people.

Unfortunately, it is necessary to be an important person in the thought of somebody, in order to aspire that they wish that, of one. Of me.