Print

I guess I just need someone to talk to. Translate myself and sound like you. If words were stones I would throw them at you. I read them, I speak them. But nothing ever seems to get through to you. The half of you is me. So don't hold back what you feel. The half of you is me. So don't hold back on what's real. Morning makes us lonely and thin. Where did we ever begin? Your love just comes to fast for me, but I can feel how it's moving under my skin From Letras Mania