I want her, I have her. Two years have gone now, but I can’t relate to the never-ending games that you play. As desire passes through, then you’re open to the truth, I hope you understand. And your love is standing next to me. The one you fell for makes it seem juvenile. And you’ll laugh at yourself again and again. And we’ll drink to the thought she’ll remember you maybe tomorrow. And your love is standing next to me, is standing next to me.
miércoles, 9 de junio de 2010
While I surrendered my ego you fed yours, All my fantasies died when you said yours, I have dangled my pride to forget yours, Will my mind be at ease when I get yours? We'll find out, soon enough.
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