quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2009

Sense


I´m gonna die, in every kiss, every touch, every word, that´s not mine.
That is not for me....
I´m gonna forget you, like I forgot your mistakes.
I´m not gonna make any sense, I´m not gonna love you.
I´m gonna be here, right here, like a stone, I´d rather be.

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Damien Rice ~

Cried when she sould and she laughed when she could ~