Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Escape


Here how it goes, you and me
up and down
but may be this time
we'll get it right though the fight
'cause love is something you can shake
when it breaks all are not going in circle
if you feel too much leavin'
i'm not gonna make you stay
but soon you'll find
you can run!
you can hide!
but you can't escape my love
if you go, you should know
it's hard to just forget the past so fast
it was good, it was real
it was bad, but it's real
and that's all you have in the end of matter
you can hide
but you can't escape my love
you can run
but you can't escape my love

from pretty perfect

Submitted: Monday, February 19, 2007
Edited: Monday, October 03, 2011
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