jueves, 17 de febrero de 2011

Never claimed to be a saint.

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leaving, 
When your birthday passed and I didn't call. 
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times
I watched you laughing from the passenger side
Realized that I loved you in the fall.
Then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind.
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye.