sábado, 7 de abril de 2012

I believe in us.

Will you miss me when I'm gone?

Will you want me again?

You left my body in pain.
Were those your fingers playing me for a last time?

There will be times, I know, that I'll be looking for you.
Looking through me.

Was the last goodbye?
We're not the lovers we used to be.

2 comentarios:

Дaниел dijo...

"No farewell could be the last one if you long to meet again"

Aire dijo...

"We are not the lovers we used to be."

Well, maybe we are not lovers anymore.