terça-feira, 8 de maio de 2012

Dreams of you



I am tortured with dreams of you
I always wake up in a sweat
I don't know what I should do
and I don't know what to regreat
I don't want to get out of bed
I want to sleep my life away
while you live quietly in my head
with a smile and nothing to say
that's how I remember you,
And that's what no one else sees...
I always wake up feeling blue
and I fall down on my knees
but I don't know how to pray
and I don't know how to lie
I don't know how to show or say
all these feelings that I hide...

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