If you had not have fallen
Then I would not have found you
Angel flying too close to the ground.
And I patched up your broken wing
And hung around a while
Tryin' to keep your spirits up
And your fever down.
I knew someday that you would fly away
For love's the greatest healer to be found.
So leave me if you need to, I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground.
Fly on, fly on past the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up than see you down.
Angel flying too close to the ground.
Fly on, fly on past the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up than see you down.
So leave me if you need to, I will still remember
My angel flying too close to the ground.
Leave me if you need to, I will still remember
My angel flying too close to the ground.
My angel flying too close to the ground.
Leave me if you need to, I will still remember
My angel flying too close to the ground.
Si en verdad pudiera encontrar a alguien lo suficientemente no-idiota, I'd leave. But men are dumb. u_u
ResponderEliminarQué curioso que hayamos decidido mirar los blogs el mismo día, huehue. ♥
¡Sería totalmente curioso si yo no hubiese hecho trampa primero viendo el blog hace unos días! Mas lo que sí es curioso es que cuando yo escribí una entrada, tú hayas visto.
ResponderEliminarAsí que, sí... Qué curioso.
Bah, tramposo entonces. Aunque no me quitaré el mérito de tener buenas corazonadas para mirar mi blog.
ResponderEliminarHaha. Efectivamente, siempre lo has sido.
ResponderEliminarYa, stop, que se me acelera el cucharón.
ResponderEliminarNo sé qué pueda responder contra eso. (?)
ResponderEliminarCreo que no hay mucho que responder. (?)
ResponderEliminarTal vez sea cosa de Halloween. (?)
ResponderEliminar¿Los muertos volviendo a la vida? (?)
ResponderEliminar¡Seguramente! (?)
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