Letters From September


Sitting on my bed I write this song I ever thought,
I am sure that words become more strong on pages
Maybe I'm afraid to tell you what you really feel,
Cause we have so different meanings to react

I want to be like you want:
Your last hope when all seems to be disconnected
I love your jealousy for everything

And when I tell you lies, I feel so alone, my soul has not returned
You're my safety light, I'll have to miss my pride,
Cause without your voice I can break my wings Don't let me go!
You need me, I need like you!

Incomprehensions can make you suffer more than other pains
I know this new world







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