Be a missionaries of Joy
... Pope Benedict's  2012 World Youth Day Message ...

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I don't want to talk about it anymore.....

 Shalom...
I been thinking.. can I forget it?..  I've been stupid... pretending that I am not guilty...
 I want to stop it.. and don't want to talk it anymore...  thank you...




I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, my heart?

If I stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're just a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.

If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
 
take care...  

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