desde el ventrículo derecho del corazón de mis oídos para Sion. fingir es el perfecto disfraz para un sentimiento invisible, insensible, imposible...
Love is a flame that can't be tamed
And though we are its willing prey, my darling
We are not the ones to blame
Trust is a word all lovers know
The glorious art of staining souls, my darling
We are not the ones to blame
The more we have the more we want
And the more it hurts our hearts, my baby
It always ends up in tears
So keep on pretending
Our heaven is worth the waiting
Keep on pretending it's alright
So keep on pretending
It will be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
It's alright
When doubts arise the game begins
The one we will never win, my baby
It always ends up in tears...
So keep on pretending
Our heaven is worth the waiting
Keep on pretending it's alright
So keep on pretending
It will be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
It's alright
2 comments:
gracias infinitas por la transfusion... siempre, para mi comander del alma, de todas mis yos
te quiero mucho
Holaaaa shamaca!!
Aqui tienes a una medio fantasmagórica, nueva y asidua lectora de tus letras, embobada por la siguiente frase:
"..fingir es el perfecto disfraz para un sentimiento invisible, insensible, imposible..."
Y otras más que leí por ahí =)
Aaah!!! a ver si leyéndote se me pega un poco de esa facilidad que tienes pa escribir jajaja, cuídese!! Saluditos a todos.
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