De memoires van Cassandra en Cassanova, final chapter.
01-09-2009
I alone
The endless hours I spend alone you sleep I work, you work I sleep and you've got that other life of which I'm not supposed to know I pretend to myself that I'm imaging all keeping myself from looking for evidence trying to silence my inner voices who are screaming of your betrayal trying to stear clear from you thoughts, I don't want to know, it's easier not to know, at least not to see that you're unaware of your guilt, but I know everything, every tiny detail, it's all there, you don't even try to protect what's in your head don't even wait for me to leave to think of what you'll do once I'm gone I try to give you chances to confess confide in me I beg of you I know what you're thinking I know what you're feeling, I know what experience you're in, I know your drive, your reason You don't think you're doing anything wrong it'll be the retrospect that'll make you realize though I'm not sure you'll ever care you're breaking me please don't do this I've got so much more to lose than you for you'll never see me as worthy, for you love yourself the most, I'm another snack on your plate of life, I know to you I'll never be special... And you'll always be sure you deserve better than me... But please please, don't break me, please kill me.
