When the walls come crumbling down
And there is nothing left to hide;
When my head is overfull with thoughts of you
And there is no room left for pride;
At last – not too late, I hope – I will be able to admit
That when I said I didn’t love you, I lied.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
When the walls come crumbling down
And there is nothing left to hide;
When my head is overfull with thoughts of you
And there is no room left for pride;
At last – not too late, I hope – I will be able to admit
That when I said I didn’t love you, I lied.
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