sábado, fevereiro 19, 2005

Maybe Nothing

There is nothing to tell that you alread know life is life because someone make her unknown
imagination that she is like this, sleep in our bed keep with dreams
Feeling the angels and say that lifes come and go
maybe life is secret to leave and let go, yes...
You know that you don't know me but i will write to you
can you see the true??
Talking about this life is so pretty that's why i write faster that you know
thanks i did like know about your things
And about our fears
that's why i love you, so...