weren't meant to be one of them, but to live life, love and give. They can't fool us anymore. We're far too clever. We'll leave them with their regrets
Traducción: No medo ea fé. A Taste Of Regret.
We weren't meant to be one of them, but to live life, love and give. They can't fool us anymore. We're far too clever. We'll leave them with their regrets
Solitude, faith, suspicion, commotion The whole in his stomach tastes like words He dreams and imagines his face like hers He knows he can't live without his greatest fears And
be afraid I would go to a happy grave If the last thing I see is you Should I suddenly disappear Or linger on for 100 years I would know no fear I would taste
for friend or foe Only trust protect myself with the guy I fear as my help Only one who gives me tony, and weak cause of faith I kept Still you step and
