Loss of direction has me living in a memory
I guess some people are just born with tragedy in there blood
This sounds like our memories
Doesn't it?
I have to go, I have to go
Nowhere, I must go
Somewhere - I'm thinking
A dream isn't a dream if it's one without you
Come back to me
Please don't leave me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem