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Friday, March 12, 2004
یکی..

* نميدونم تازگيها چرا اينجوري شدم..انگار کسي با من سخت درگيره٬ يکي که ميخواد يجورايي من و از پا در بياره٬ يکي که با اومدنش برام سرگيجه مياره..يکي که هرچي انتهاي جاده اي ٬که به دوتا مسير مختلف منتهي ميشه و پيش چشمم ترسيم ميکنه..يکي که انگار اومده که انتقام همه گذشتها رو از من بگيره..يکي که وقتي باهاش حرف ميزنم ميبينم اون کسي نيست جز خودم..اما نه اوني که تو آيينه روبرومه من نيستم..

* چند روزه از دنيا بيخبرم نه روزنامه نه اينترنت ..نميدونم اين چند روز چند نفر مردن و جاشون به انسانهاي ديگه دادن که متولد بشن تا اون ها هم بيان و بزرگ بشن و کلاه بزارن و کلاه بردارن و بکشنن و در نهايت کشته بشن..بيخبري هم عالمي داره..مگه نه؟

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense
I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be