It's about to start,
just a matter of time.
He's gone. As if he knew I would see him in just another few years.
The face, the smell, the heat inside it all - make the whole difference.
Oh, it's too hard to believe,how I keep and bleed,
and nothing has changed that much,
beneath these all rugs.
If I only had the chance to live.
בכל הבלוגים
שם בלוג/בלוגר
