sábado, 7 de agosto de 2010

A Pretty Face And A Green Background

I feel the changes
Why am I so afraid to turn around?
The pace isn't the same
It's not funny when love doesn't sound.

Carrying the truth in my dreams
Feeling a kiss that isn't real at all
But it is more than it seems
Am I terrified with the fail or with the fall?

Am I allowing myself to lost me?

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