Restless nights your always in my head
My mind feels so clear it's made of lead
Your always making me think that I'm dead
This dream of mine I don't want it to end
Chorus:
I, I don't wanna fly/die,
without seeing you smile,
just for one last time
I can't justify my rights
with out saying goodbye
I don't want you to cry
Friday, October 19, 2007
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