Oct 2015
I hear them all,
I hear them say:
This Love you feel,
Is not meant to stay.
This love is so strange
It'll drive you mad
Smiling through tears
At the thought of what you had.
I hear them whisper, "we are nothing but blind"
Their voices get tangled in my mind.
They question me
And never let me see
When will they just let this love be?
I hear them say:
This Love you feel,
Is not meant to stay.
This love is so strange
It'll drive you mad
Smiling through tears
At the thought of what you had.
I hear them whisper, "we are nothing but blind"
Their voices get tangled in my mind.
They question me
And never let me see
When will they just let this love be?
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)
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