1 de marzo de 2011

If someone said three years from now.
You´d be long gone.
I´d stand up and punch them out.
Cause they´re all wrong and.
That last kiss.
I´ll cherish.
Until we meet again.
And time makes.
It harder.
I wish I could remember.
But I keep.
Your memory.
You visit me in my sleep.
My darling.
Who knew?
My darling.
Who knew?
My darling.
I miss you.
My darling.
Who knew?
Who knew?