I will go down with this ship and I wont put my hands up and surrender
there will be no white flag above my door, Im in love and always will be.
And he said sweetie.
When we get home, I know we wont be home at all
This place we live, it is not where we belong
And I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own
Going back to get away after everything has changed
I miss us.
Are you moving on yet?
Everytime I carry a hope with me, that everytime will piece up like before.
The feeling is different.
You left me something to hold on to. You left me hanging with that very question.
Crash and burn - Savage garden
Bai.
P.S Im sorry, im a sinner.
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