IRC-Galleria

Last thing I will like to do before it go away
is cry there next to you. (Next to you)
Cry and talk about the good all days and where they've gone
and now how much I hate you.

What do I have to do?
Why can't this hurt be through?
I'm going head onto
something I know I will fail.
Why can't this kiss be true?
Why won't you please let me through.
I don't understand why you always push me away.