Ultima modifica di nali; 20/7/2011 alle 17:09
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret,
'cause each broken heart will eventually mend.
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
and everytime tears roll down your cheeks.
You'll be loved, you'll be loved
like you never have known.
The memories of me
will seem more like bad dreams,
just a series of blurs,
like I never occurred.
Someday you will be loved...