April
Wednesday 6 May 2009 photo 2/3
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the surface is always lying, telling me those made-up stories
The voices in the wind
The chaos in my heart
This feeling of being empty as I stand in the rain
Don't know what to do
Don't know where to go
All I know is how much I miss you
Soft grass against my cheek
Damp air wich I breathe
I can hear your voice in my ear,
my head is full of pictures of you
but still so empty
and those black roses on he ground that survived under the stars
oh, those black roses
Please come back I'm nothing without you
Somebody tell me the point of breathing this air,
living this life when I can't share it with you
Somebody tell me cause I can not find it myself
Misstolka inte, jag hade bara änna trök^^
The voices in the wind
The chaos in my heart
This feeling of being empty as I stand in the rain
Don't know what to do
Don't know where to go
All I know is how much I miss you
Soft grass against my cheek
Damp air wich I breathe
I can hear your voice in my ear,
my head is full of pictures of you
but still so empty
and those black roses on he ground that survived under the stars
oh, those black roses
Please come back I'm nothing without you
Somebody tell me the point of breathing this air,
living this life when I can't share it with you
Somebody tell me cause I can not find it myself
Misstolka inte, jag hade bara änna trök^^
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