AIDA. Amneris' Letter (shania Twain). Zeneszám

I'm sorry for everything I've said
And for anything I forgot to say too
When things get so complicated
I stumble, at best, muddle through

I wish that our lives could be simple
No I don't want the world, only you
Oh I wish I could tell you this face to face
But there's never the time, never the place
So this letter will have to do, I love you