miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2011

No matter how I try
They say it's all a lie
So what's the use of my
confessions to a crime,
of passions that won't die
in my heart..
So if she's somewhere near me
I hope to God she hears me
There's no one else
Could ever make me feel
I'm so alive.

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