lunes, 26 de abril de 2010

That's the end of the sickness of love.



I gave you everything,
you took it,
then walked away...
I decided to go away,
with someone
who gave me a hand.
She told me:
don't be afraid,
cause this world
don't wanna understand
that I will love you
for ever and,
you will never
love me again.
So I can't leave you
without that pain,
that comes form
my lonely heath,
which is crying,
once again
and bleeding
for your name.

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That's the end of the sickness of love.



I gave you everything,
you took it,
then walked away...
I decided to go away,
with someone
who gave me a hand.
She told me:
don't be afraid,
cause this world
don't wanna understand
that I will love you
for ever and,
you will never
love me again.
So I can't leave you
without that pain,
that comes form
my lonely heath,
which is crying,
once again
and bleeding
for your name.