And I listen again and again ...
We were different, impossible
future less clear and good understanding
what you say makes me feel so strange. Start
be particularly sad,
to be the other side. You also promised
We both wrong, wrong
.
And now this site is full of nights without art
empty hugs
of ice worlds apart in the eyes of fear of meeting
of holes, broken, to feel like it and I hate feeling
, I run out of air
the sky has fallen, it dies, it's just a part
sustained hell. It's just a
relative effort.
almost nothing I do not ask
that
lost my senses and clouding your eyes.
But fear gets us.
It is great in these hands. Mal
memory haunts us.
We were both wrong, wrong
.
I go, I'll
Because this site is full of nights without art
empty hugs
of ice worlds apart in the eyes of fear of meeting
of holes, broken, wait to hate.
I already feel I run out of air
The star has fallen, it dies, it is part. It's just a hell
sustained by fear of being wrong.
Because this site is full of
art nights hugs
ice
empty eyes worlds apart
fallen skies and feeling what I'm staying out of air (I'm out of breath) is just a hell
sustained
for fear of being wrong .
not want to hear you'd rather not push this time find
flooding my eyes, hoping to pass
to us to fall again.
And just say that I never wanted to hurt
but everything was
and although we are like strangers now I will never forget you
De nights hugs
art worlds apart
empty ice
eyes afraid to meet
of holes, broken, wait to hate.
And just say I never wanted to hurt you It's just a hell
sustained
for fear of being wrong. Fear of being wrong
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