How poor me, that I never say good bye before you left me even just a kiss. you also never told me that night, was being my last night with you.
I can't drop all my sadness in your arms anymore. I never know who's the right person to talk about this all. I don't have a figure of men, that always bring me the happines, power, spirit, and passion.
for me this is not fear...
it matters how this ends,,
cause what if I never love again.....?
for me this is not fear...
it matters how this ends,,
cause what if I never love again.....?
