lundi 5 décembre 2011

21

In between seasons you're doubting everything
Trying to hold your head high so you can keep breathing
You almost convince yourself you're as young as you feel
Passing by the people you can't stop missing-
What would i do to go back to the times
My father would tell me everything will be fine
Take me back to watching the stars align
When everything we noticed had to be a sign
It had to be a sign.
We will never grow apart,
Embrace your melancholia and let it pass
We will never grow apart
You are my first, you are my last.

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