Well I started writing when I was 13. I don't remember nothing more. |
You broke my pride
You broke my heart, and my spirit is dead...
The rain will keep going, for only a short time
Well stand in the rain, as we try to kiss...
I dont care, how much you put me through
All theses sorrows, all theses beautiful memories...
You don’t call me in the morning
You don’t call me in the dark...
A summer night, my dark one
Where were you...
Today I should hate
Tomorrow I should love...