viernes, agosto 07, 2009

Where I stood.

When trying to pick up the thread of a broken life...
I found I don't know who I am without you
but all I know is that I should
n' I don't know if I can spend another day apart for you,
all I know is that I must.
But she won't love more that I could
she who dares to stand where I stood
n' you know
she won't love more than I do
she who dares to stand where I stood.

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