What’s the use?,
Why should I try anymore?,
I give it my all,
My whole heart,
All the energy I have,
All for you,
And only to fall,
I get back up,
Each and every time,
Only to be pushed away,
A fall way back down,
Well now I’m done,
I’m sick of it,
Sick of everything,
That you have put me through,
Now I’ve found someone,
And she is ever so pretty,
Ever so great,
And she welcomes me in.
With out a fight.
- Cold
sâmbătă, 1 august 2009
Lost it all
Publicat de Cold la sâmbătă, august 01, 2009
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