lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008


Notice me,
take my hand.
Why are we strangers when
our love's strong?
Why carry on without me?
Everytime I try to fly I fall without my wings,
I feel so small.
I guess I need you baby.
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me.
I guess I need you baby !
I make believe
that you are here.
It's the only way I see clear.
What have I done?
You seem to move on easy.

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