lunes, 16 de abril de 2012

A piece of past


It was July two thousand and nine
When he came into my life
It started without noticing
And now I can't do without

Every second was a picture
A copy of what it doesn't last
He left me collecting scars
And having all out of sight

He promised to love me forever
But then he changed his mind
One dark day he waved goodbye
And I just kept repeating "Hi"

It's like a knife inside of my lungs
I can't keep telling myself lies
If you want me to be honest
I know you'll be the one

Even when the time goes by
And the best is waiting outside
I will always carry with me
Every piece of both of us

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