I’m Alive
I can feel it every minute under my skin -
Soul is bleeding ,love is leaving empty skies within,-
Now - more than ever.
Dream's so pure, I was sure - faith could never fail,
I was thinking I'm secured, and our fairytale
Would last forever
Now that we are many lonely oceans apart
No longer tied to clips of your heart,
I'm not the same, i use my pain
To never let you break my heart again,-
I'll survive!
Now that we are many stormy oceans apart,
No longer tied to clips of your heart,
I'm feeling' hight and I can fly
Though our love is now meant to die,-
I'm alive!
World is rolling, thoughts are growing - nothing is real
In my heart a cold wind's blowing - killing hope, but still
I wait for true love.
Dropped my tears, hided tears - people see me smile,
Shade of memories disappears, now I know I'll find
Man of my fancies.
And I now than we're many lonely oceans apart
No longer tied to every clip of your heart
I'm not the same, i feel no pain,-
You'll never gonna break my heart again,-
I'll survive!
...Now that we're apart
No longer tied to every clip of your heart,
I'm feeling' hight and I can fly;
Thought our love is only meant to die,-
I'm alive!
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