06-01-2011, 02:33 AM
He’s beating slowly, my tiny heart
He’s crying and shriveling up like he is sick
He is. But don’t worry, soon you’ll be well
Some Jolts
Some memories that cut your flesh
And we will carry on the waltz
Making sense or not, we ‘ll keep turning
Even if sometimes, we have to fall.
(sorry for my english, correct me i want to improve)
He’s crying and shriveling up like he is sick
He is. But don’t worry, soon you’ll be well
Some Jolts
Some memories that cut your flesh
And we will carry on the waltz
Making sense or not, we ‘ll keep turning
Even if sometimes, we have to fall.
(sorry for my english, correct me i want to improve)