viernes, 8 de octubre de 2010

Trouble is her only friend and he's back again. Makes her body older than it really is. If she had wings she would fly away, and another day God will give her some.Trouble is the only way is down. Down, down.
As strong as you were, tender you go. I'm watching you breathing for the last time. A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home. I'll carry you home.





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The things I do for love.

When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.