I got up. And made it through the day. I thought of. What I want to say. I know I. Will lie to try. Just to win you back. So you'll cry. When I hurt you back.
These are Los Angeles Times. She is black and white. She is New York Times. With all its torn up streets. In a fashion magazine. . Beautiful beautiful times.
She's got a friend. She's got a broken heart. Lying in bed. Waiting for life to start. . She's got a friend. She's got a Beatles song, oh yeah. She played it.
To every heart thats growing darker, colder and colder. The heart on the sleeve is getting older and older. Harder and harder to beat. . To every soul that's burning brighter and brighter.