segunda-feira, 6 de outubro de 2014

Looking back now
I only wish I had been kinder
Did I ever know love, did I ever know love?
And could I have been blinder?

Don't hold back all your love for someday

I would say that I'm sorry if it would do any good
But to never regret means you have to forget
and I don't think that I could

Don't say words that you don't mean
When I'm gone, please, speak well of me

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