Texty: VersaEmerge. Fixed At Zero. Up There.

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The waterworks blocked his words...
He felt sorry. Well I'm sorry for me too...
But I think you're broken to the fact, I can't and won't go back
But I think you're broken to the fact...

You make your own love

Where did you go,
Don't you know I'm still here?
You think you're better all alone...
No, I think you're broken to the fact, I can't and won't go back
Yeah, I think you're broken to the fact...

You make you own love

What if it's all a quick dream?
Can I just stomp right through the concrete
See who's beneath me?
And are you honest to "God" when you speak?
When you seek proof, does it hide from you?
I want to feel the way you claim to...

You make your own love

(Merci a jo' pour cettes paroles)