My present continues to fade to before,
A second pondered, a second lost
. Hoping my future provides more,
To salve the wounds that she bore.
. .
My present continues to fade to before,
A second pondered, a second lost
. Hoping my future provides more,
To salve the wounds that she bore.
. .
My present continues to fade to before,
A second pondered, a second lost
. Hoping my future provides more,
To salve the wounds that she bore.
. .
de todo un poco...