I feel selfish everyday,
for not taking the time to tell you what you mean to me.
il wake up everyday for the same two things:
to live a life i've found hardly worth living and to think of you and sing.
sometimes i think its failure by the way we were designed,
but we never had a chance, and il never find the time,
to give you all what you deserve,
you keep the smile on my face, and the warm sun on my back
from the second i woke up, until you lose me to the earth.
the dream, the dream lies fresh in my head
i promise now, il strive to it until im dead.
because i owe you more,
than the world will let me give,
and i'd carry it all for you,
because it was you who taught me to sing.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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