salti suppose if i'm going to leave you i'd rather be sad to miss you than glad to be rid of you... the tears fall either way, but now at least they flow past a smile, salty like the taste you left on my lips, with the sea.
i suppose if i'm going to leave you i'd rather be sad to miss you than glad to be rid of you... the tears fall either way, but now at least they flow past a smile, salty like the taste you left on my lips, with the sea.