I remember those good times
When I held you in my arms...
I dont need a coat for a cold day
I dont need the sun for a hot day...
As i look at the stars
and they twinkle back at me...
If i could ill heal you
If i could ill make your heart new...
I know I have no chance with you
I know you think I should get a clue...
I lost my WWI |
Love is a curse that has infected me |