What I feel
Do I diserve?, is my question:
Why? I always asked,
without an answer, without you,
to make it real and believe what is true
Something gives me the first thing,
then I have to fly with one wing
It never works, I fall harder then I can feel
That makes my sentence:
I do not diserve; for love I must kneel
I know, life isnĀ“t just some words,
that will go on with eachother
But still I believe in it;
untill love, is my brother