When the heart bleeds, sadness feeds,
Where once there were roses, now only weeds.
This lush oasis has just turned dry,
Now all I can do is sit here and cry.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 12:04 AM UTC
When the heart bleeds, sadness feeds,
Where once there were roses, now only weeds.
This lush oasis has just turned dry,
Now all I can do is sit here and cry.