Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Not Enought


There's nothing you can say
Nothing you can do
There's nothing in between
You know the truth
Nothing left to face
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing takes your place


There's nothing left to prove
There's nothing I won't do
There's nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here

When they say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well

What you want
What you lost
What you had
What is gone is over
What you got
What you love
What you need
What you have is real

It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough, I'm sorry
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough
It's not enough

When they say
You're not that strong
You're not that weak
It's not your fault
And when you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well...

3 comments:

Succubus said...

Kolko mnogo tyjni zai4etaa ;(

BenJito said...

Ponqkoga horata imat nujda ot 1 pregrutka ili usmivka, a az ti davam i dvete :) (hug) :) {}

Anonymous said...

gorkoto zai4e nqma u4ence :( Taka se se6tam za moito plu6eno zai4e deto i u6ence nqma :(