I almost kissed you when I get out the of car.
Now, all I have is a big scar.
I wanted you in my heart.
Now, this memory is in the dark.
What could have happened if you had followed me?
Would you have made love to me?
I wish it could be true.
All I need is you.
Dreaming about what we could signify.
To my ears, it’s a lullaby.
A warm mix of black and white.
The night would be full of light.
Reminding me of that story,
It gets me crazy.
I should have said more,
‘Cause I miss you more than ever before.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
I almost kissed you when I get out the of car.
Now, all I have is a big scar.
I wanted you in my heart.
Now, this memory is in the dark.
What could have happened if you had followed me?
Would you have made love to me?
I wish it could be true.
All I need is you.
Dreaming about what we could signify.
To my ears, it’s a lullaby.
A warm mix of black and white.
The night would be full of light.
Reminding me of that story,
It gets me crazy.
I should have said more,
‘Cause I miss you more than ever before.
Je ne peux plus penser qu’à toi
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