I wish that I could see the light
Or just the moon
But there was night
A hopeless try to breathe again
The air’s so thick
Can’t heal the pain
The hardest thing is to believe
You can’t do nothing
But you live
The pain is not the pain to steal
Say, love is precious
If it’s real.
- by Cold
joi, 4 iunie 2009
Despair
Publicat de Cold la joi, iunie 04, 2009
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