My sin
Finely start to believe what happened now…
I can’t describe what I see, remember how
I lost my thoughts in you arms, but it was just a
Game prepared for us, don’t let it break
Ch: Cause dreams came true, what I feel what
I’ve done for you! Is it real? Can
I take your world, can I make something
Warm from cold? Is it my sin?
Crying helps to forget that you image still
Have some place in my head! It isn’t rage
It’s just a purpose for you… It was your need!
And broken glass I look through, it makes me bleed…
Ch: Cause dreams came true, what I feel what
I’ve done for you! Is it real? Can
I take your world, can I make something
Warm from cold? Is it my sin?
© Copyright: Антон Козловский, 2007
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