Да пошлет нам бог лучшие времена или умение философски смотреть на вещи. (с)
You are still the whisper on my lips

I feel it at my fingertips

It's pullin' at my skin

You leave me when I'm at my worst

Feeling as if I've been cursed

With a cold within



Days go by and still I think of you

Days when I couldn't live my life without you

Without You

@темы: days go by