Tuesday, December 7, 2010

cure

my friend she said it wasn't really hope, that it was something,
well I can't quite remember how she put it, but it was too the extent that it'd be better to move on,
but I still find some kind of bliss,
in the memory of our kiss,
and I 'm desperate for a cure,
to know my doom is sure,
but it untill the word gets out,
though my heart may run about,
I can't find another route,
I can't take another route,

Let go looser,
Let go looser,
come on,
come on,

Let go looser,
Let go looser,
come on,
come on,

my friend she said it wasn't really hope, that it was something,
well I can't quite remember how she put it, but it was too the extent that it'd be better to move on,
but I still find some kind of bliss,
in the memory of our kiss,
and I 'm desperate for a cure,
to know my doom is sure,
but it untill the word gets out,
though my heart may run about,
I can't find another route,
I can't take another route.

No comments:

Post a Comment