i love to sing. |
If I say goodbye
What will you do...
By the window she sleeps,
And as I always do at 3pm I passed by her window...
It was a sudden despair
a grief of what have become...
The pain scorched through me.
I'm not afraid...
They say I have it all
But I dont believe them...
Here i am
wasting my time...
Pls. dont get mad |
I was afraid that... |