Do not cry for me.
Do not shed a tear.
That will not cure the pain that my heart no longer fears.
The sense of hope that now lives in my veins.
The thrills of victory are not cover by defeat.
Trying to win is no longer appetite for me.
When will the ocean learn how to see?
When will the bell never ring?
The same time you stop being with me.
The thought of having it all hurts to bad that I do not want it at all.
I cannot miss you.
If I, do it would mean that I truly love you.
Misconception 