sábado, 19 de março de 2011

19th Of March



"She came home, just won the game
Long time struggle she fulfilled her dream
All she wanted was to make you proud,
You weren't there

She had her birthday few days ago
She got some presents, a big party too
And there were congratulation calls
As the years before, not ever one from you...

You weren't there... 

You weren't there, distant, far away
It's like this every day, they see you in their heads
Wonder if you'll come...
Afraid to close my eyes, and miss you once again...

She cut herself on a piece of paper
It didn't hurt, but she saw the blood
She could need that embrace. You weren't there...


You weren't there, distant, far away
It's like this every day, they see you in their heads
Wonder if you'll come...
Afraid to close my eyes, and miss you once again..."
L.M

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