The Harold Song @

I miss your soft lips, I miss your white cheeks
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see
That you were the love of my life and it kills me

I see your face in strangers on the street
I still say your name when I'm talking in my sleep
And in the limelight I play it off fine
But I can't handle it when I turn off my nightlight
But I can't handle it when I turn off my nightlight

They say that true love hurts

Well this could almost kill me

Young love murder

That is what this must be

I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

The life is fading from me

While you watch my heart bleed

Young love murder

That is what this must be

I would give it all to not be sleeping alone

E isto é um pouco do que sinto.

Nélson @