torsdag 10 juli 2008

The beating of a broken heart

Just a funeral march for love today... /
I´ve never been better than I am today. / Dressed in black and were singing along./ To the beating of a broken heart (8)
//You can´t make a promise out of unspoken words.

If we were, things would be harder, more difficult. If we were I would cry more often. If we were, I would mis you even more.
If we were I would be one of the luckiest lovers alive.
Now we aren´t. I am miserable, I´m lonely, I´m crying. But I´m better off without you.It´s so much easier to forget.

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