7 acessos
Tiny wavelets of my feelings
rise up in despair
As my tears touch the ground
Their moisture's everywhere
I have lost count
of the days gone by
My heart still bleeds and skips a beat
Imagining your face
Out that door
Down that road
Parting ways
Tiring days
The mirror's broken
by wrong words spoken
(My) reflection is a haze
Heard a voice from behind
Just a thought in my mind
What to show what to hide
Hurting pride hurts inside