Sorrow is not enough.
In silence I suffer, but nobody's looking.
Words fall from my mouth, like stains in an old fashioned restaurant.
It's not about how you loved...
It's about how you've been loved.
The fire burns even without passion.
The ice breaks even when untrue.
Listen here: Demo song
http://youtu.be/ZhmLe5ikId4
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