Friday, November 5, 2010

Unforgiven

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?

What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?


I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too.

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