You’ll never be mine again
guess I’ve known it since
don’t know whenI’ve just been pretending I know
I can’t win
Let me hold you just one more time and pretend that your world is mine
We’ll whisper goodbye and then you’ll never be mine again
Someone else will know the thrill of holding you
And sharing all those little things we used to do
So give me your sweetest smile and let me just dream a while
Then my world will come to an end you’ll never be mine again
Someone else will know...
MY PERSONAL SPACE...IT IS MY WORLD...MY LEARNING...MY THOUGHTS.....WHAT I LEARNED FROM THE NET..SOME NICE ARTICLES FROM OTHERS...I do not write for others..if you want to read..it is fine but this blog is not meant for any discussions...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The Birth Of India's Soul
B R Ambedkar, With steady hand, Crafted justice for a divided land. With ink and thought, Through day and night, He shaped a future...
-
No need to say you're sorry no need to feel ashamed If I'm not the one you love don't feel you're to blame I don't deny ...
No comments:
Post a Comment