this is simply a small diary of my heart
you know things aren't easy thesedays
trading faces for trading times
it's so hard to do the right thing
even when you know you could do things right
this is simply a little house of my head
you know things are breaking everyday
begging hope and counting rope
wishing for the stars to lay down
accepting moments to grow in sequence
if only those beautiful eyes
I would die today, with honor
if only those beautiful sight
I would die today, with honor
if only those beautiful touch
I would die today, with honor
you and I know, words can't go this far
if only....I really miss this part a lot (settle down and listen to the rhythm of falling rain).
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