domingo, 2 de octubre de 2011

our love is dead, but I'll always be blessed with love



So when I'm lying in my bed

Thoughts running through my head

And I feel that love is dead

I'm loving angels instead.




When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love.

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