I'm sorry for myself for living without you...

No tengo absolutamente nada más que decir en este entrada, sólo: Perdón por mí misma, porque no estás aquí conmigo...

It's cold here in the city

It always seems that way

I've been thinking about you almost everyday

Thinking about the good times

Thinking about the pain

Thinking about how bad it feels all alone again

I'm sorry for the way things are in China

I'm sorry things ain't what they used to be

But more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself

That you're not here with me

My friends all ask about you

I say you're doin fine

I expect to hear from you almost any time

They all know I'm lying

I can't sleep at night

They all know I'm dying deep down inside

I'm sorry for all the lies I told you

I'm sorry for the things I didn't say

But more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself

I can't believe you went away

I'm sorry if I took some things for granted

I'm sorry for the chains I put on you

But more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself

For living without you

La pregunta del perdón: ¿Puedo soñar?