macphisto777
The Fly
The night oct.24
A season of feeling alive
Freedom spins and spirals through the air
Slave to the rhythm
Liquid weakening the will
They are lost in laughter
And though I laugh inside I cry
I can’t get her off my mind
Never missed someone so long, so much
Nothing I can do to forget you
How many times I say it
How many times you’re not there to hear it
"I love you…"
A season of feeling alive
Freedom spins and spirals through the air
Slave to the rhythm
Liquid weakening the will
They are lost in laughter
And though I laugh inside I cry
I can’t get her off my mind
Never missed someone so long, so much
Nothing I can do to forget you
How many times I say it
How many times you’re not there to hear it
"I love you…"
