One Last Thing
See The Bar
if i tried not to laugh would my illness clear the way i could pilot an out these red letter days cut and paste all this tension between the ringing phone screaming into a dead wire: 'please come home to me don't find a clever way to say goodbye leaving's a waste of time hiding behind a front because i'm nothing without you we could be rich in laughter Letras de canciones and the silence from keeping up' what else could keep us tight if not our emnpty hands and endless waiting we could set the bar be the first to feel defeat, not defeated 'as long as you're here i'm fine to find and not feel so lost inside'
From Letras Mania