"Naturalmente esto no es una novela... Sino la purga de mi corazon." C.J.C.
When your bag of secrets opened up and spilled That radiant glow just disappeared You rained down from the clouds You were in Sometimes we can be so blind But how does pain so bad not bleed You push Sometimes you don't expect to fall But it's the violent turning of the golden rule A lifetime of hell for every minute of heaven I know your heart is breaking Here in the waiting hour And I know it will never heal Here in the waiting hour So cross your fingers, or your heart Your idle wish commands no more The mirror you hate Reveals all in this world you control
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When your bag of secrets opened up and spilled
That radiant glow just disappeared
You rained down from the clouds
You were in
Sometimes we can be so blind
But how does pain so bad not bleed
You push
Sometimes you don't expect to fall
But it's the violent turning of the golden rule
A lifetime of hell for every minute of heaven
I know your heart is breaking
Here in the waiting hour
And I know it will never heal
Here in the waiting hour
So cross your fingers, or your heart
Your idle wish commands no more
The mirror you hate
Reveals all in this world you control
Publicar un comentario