This line, it cuts my heart in two.
Between us, marking our goodbyes.
Behind the tears, it's heart that cries
Why can't I go with you? With you...
And, since you're gone, the blinding rain,
The gripping cold and tears won't stop.
I crack my shutters open up
And fall into my sleep again.
And, slumbering, the days go by.
The friends I meet, the sights I see
Don't matter really much to me
Until I see you and we cry...
This Line
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2011
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