Bitter Truth
I could die for what you left here
I could fly to where you always dreamed of
I could try to leave all these memories behind
I could cry all the years which passed by
I could deny the living, growing affection
I could fly to where you always dreamed of
I could try to leave all these memories behind
I could cry all the years which passed by
I could deny the living, growing affection
but I could not tame my whirling heart
posted by Einhornin @ 4:14 PM
2 Comments:
...probably worth to die ten further times.
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