miércoles, 15 de septiembre de 2010

PS: You were alone

I can't believe what happens,
that face's looking at me in the mirror,
empty, empty beautiful garden,
there aren't flowers in its interior.

Don't miss me if I don't talk anymore,
forgot it, all the cultures are the same.
The day's coming and dies on the floor
and I didn't think it was you blame.

I can't find you anywhere, babe
just like me you were a bit alone,
but it was only in the past, yesterday.
I felt as if you were my only bone.

I'm still thinking you're my only bone...

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