miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011

Well no one told me about him, the way he lied. Well no one told me about him, how many people cried. But it's too late to say you're sorry, how would I know? Why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find him… He's not there. Well let me tell you about the way he looked, the way he'd act and the colour of his hair. His voice was soft and cool, his eyes were clear and bright, but he's not there.
My first love, broke my heart for the first time,
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards one blow from caving in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? 6 feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing. Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark in you. You just gotta ignite, the light, and let it shine, JUST OWN THE NIGHT.