domingo, março 02, 2003

:: Leaving Me Now ::

It seems true love is so rare
Seems all I’ve known is deceipt.
Your laughter fills the air
Once more I’m sensing defeat

And I suppose you’re leaving me now
I was so sure now I’m so full of doubt
And I suppose You’ll be leaving this place
Just like the smile you’ve wiped from my face this time

I allways gave my best
Your memory serves you so badly
Some people kill for less
Yet I’d still die for you gladly

And I suppose, it’s my turn now
To play the scene, that’s familiar somehow
I turn the page, and you walk away
Not even love could bring stay, this time


Once more I’m learning, in the depths of my dispare
Your lies confirm it, true love is so rare

And I suppose, it’s my turn now
To play the scene, that’s familiar somehow
You show the tears, that melt in your eyes
Takes just one look, to know Im still mesmerized

And I suppose, you’re leaving me now
There’s no more love, only feelings of doubt
And I suppose, you’ll be leaving this place
Just like the smile, you’ve wiped from my face,
This time

Level 42

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