domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011

Every night you cry yourself to sleep thinking why does this happen to me? why does every moment have to be so hard? Hard to believe it. It’s not over tonight, just give me one chance to make you right, I may not make it through the night, I won’t go home without you. Taste of his breath I’ll never get over, the noises that you make kept me awake, weight of the things that remain unspoken took so much crushed us everyday ~