So tell me
What are you afraid of
So look at me
You throw your chances off
And it's not fair
I still try to find signs when there's no one
You'll never understand me , oh you won't
And I will never uderstand you
So what should we do, now?
When everything goes dowm?
I'll take the blame
If you say whatever you feel inside
Don't feed this flame
If it isn't truth, enough to hide
There're so many words unspoken here
And right along I cant' see anything clearly
I wish you could read my feelings, my willings
But you can't, and I can't say anything else
You'll never understand me , oh you won't
And I will never uderstand you
So what should we do, now?
When everything goes dowm?
You'll never understand me , oh you won't
And I will never uderstand you
So what should we do, now?
When everything goes dowm?
I just wish you could read my feelings
I just wish you could see you're my willing
sexta-feira, 15 de maio de 2009
Now that's to you
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