quarta-feira, 14 de março de 2012

Tears Dry on Their Own: Amy Winehouse

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew
And this regret I got accustomed to
Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night
I knew I hadn´t met my match
But every moment we could snatch
I don't know why I got so attached
It's my responsibility,
And You don't owe nothing to me
But to walk away I have no capacity