Seven years and fifty days
The time is passing by
Nothing in this world could be
As nice as you and I
Bridge:
And how could we break up like this
And how could we be wrong
So many years, so many days
And I still sing my song
Chorus:
Now I run to you
Like I always do
When I close my eyes
I think of you
Such a lonely girl
Such a lonely world
When I close my eyes
I dream
I'll return to you
Like I always do
When I close my eyes
I think of you
Such a lonely girl
Such a lonely world
When I close my eyes
I dream of you
Seven years and fifty days
Now just look at me
Another girl I used to be
So then what do you see
Bridge:
And how could we break up like this
And how could we be wrong
So many years, so many days
And I still sing my song
Chorus:
Now I run to you
Like I always do
When I close my eyes
I think of you
Such a lonely girl
Such a lonely world
When I close my eyes
I dream
I'll return to you
Like I always do
When I close my eyes
I think of you
Such a lonely girl
Such a lonely world
When I close my eyes
I dream of you
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Friday, March 25, 2005
muhahah
back to the techno. back to the rave music. back to the geno beats. back to the hypotic trance music. back to the past. back to a phase in life when everything was a high. back to a time when all my world could easily crumble but was held together as best as i knew how. back to a time when the worries i have now are completely trivial. back to a time when i didn't worry about me. back to a time when i didn't worry about n e one. back to a time when all my joys were greatness and all my sadness was great waves of exhaustion. back to a time that i vaguely remember how and when and why, but back n e ways.
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