quarta-feira, fevereiro 08, 2006

Maybe there is a line
That you hold me closed
So I write words
In my life only can say
If I stop now
You never know
Because love is what
You talk about
Take times
To look around
I don’t have anything to hide
Only my heart is
Hurting like a pain
Love is what I Can fight
And talk about
I know that is not real