Sometimes, people write the things that they can't say...
Look at the stars.
They´re the same stars as last week,
last year.
Same as when we were kids.
When we weren´t even born.
In a hundred years.
No one will ever know who we are.
But they'll know those same stars.
You could be dead in a second,
So...
Remember this:
Everything happens for a reason...
And life is too short to live the same day twice.
And what you feel is what you are.
And the best things in life aren´t things.
And you can never forget what you did.
Love begins with a smile.
And people cry not because the love ends
but because it still continues...
even if its over.
quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2010
Sometimes, people write the things that they can't say...
Look at the stars.
They´re the same stars as last week,
last year.
Same as when we were kids.
When we weren´t even born.
In a hundred years.
No one will ever know who we are.
But they'll know those same stars.
You could be dead in a second,
So...
Remember this:
Everything happens for a reason...
And life is too short to live the same day twice.
And what you feel is what you are.
And the best things in life aren´t things.
And you can never forget what you did.
Love begins with a smile.
And people cry not because the love ends
but because it still continues...
even if its over.
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