I miss you every day.
Just want to feel your breath.
I'll find another way
To meet my own piece.
Why don't you take my hand
And turn me from the past?
Where are you, my sweet friend,
I want your heart at last!
Are you looking for me, babe?
Aren't you see my eyes on moon?
My body has already slave
Because I feel your every move.
I feel the beating from your chest
I know, one day we'll meet each other,
You'll take my sun and give me breath,
You'll take my love...
You'll make me live.
You Make Me Live
© Copyright: Диана Диморе, 2012
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