This is for anyone with the broken heart.For anyone who cant get out of bed.

domingo, 26 de febrero de 2017

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I don't speak the language that you speak.
  There're​ some words I know I'll never reach.

No, I don't know what happens when you die
and just the thought, you know, it kind of blows my mind
But when I look, when I look up to the sky...
somehow, somehowI know that it will be alright

somehow, somehow
I know that you will be beside