sábado, 3 de abril de 2010

That was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist. Well, darling, you are the only exception. Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk; you are the only exception. I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here. I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream. You are the only exception, and I'm on my way to believing.


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