You cant stop the fire, you wont say the words. Please, please forgive me, but I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up, and, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know.
Maybe someday you'll look up, and, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know.
Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...?
viernes, 4 de febrero de 2011
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