junio 16, 2011

Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer. Hard to be soft tough to be tender. Come, take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train. Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.
If we're still alive my regrets are few. If my life is mine, what shouldn't I do? I get wherever I'm going, I get whatever I need while my blood's still flowing and my heart's still beating like a hammer.