miércoles, 29 de diciembre de 2010
We both lie silently still in the dead of the night, althought we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside, was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did? Did my words not come out right? Tho' I trier not to hurt you, tho' I tried, but I guess that's why they say..Every rose has its thorn, just like very night has its dawn, just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn. Yeah it does. I listen to your favorite song, playin' on the radio, hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go, but I wonder does he know has it ever felt life this? And I know that you'd be here right now If I could have let you know some I guess. [...] Thoug it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain, like the knife that cuts you, The wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains. I know I could saved our love that night if'd known what to say, instead if making love, We both made our separete ways. Now I hear you've found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you, to hear that tears me up inside, and to see you cuts me like a knife.
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