this is not a direct contact... this is not the place for tomorrow and i'm not really here...
corazon mio
can't really... define... you.
this is madness
to see you turn into ice and crystal
frosted
denied all, take all...
take mi ayes, take mi tongue, but you can't take it all
hit the ground, and touch the stroud
just like every other tuesday
to hum and to whistle your lattest moment...
everybody knows you cried last night
but still... i'm gonna miss you, castles in the distance are so alone now
in all situations... begin now to walk, but i'm not going home...
days, days, days, days, days, numbers, numbers, numbers...
never the less, never really....jhmmm... nevermind
The New PostSecret Book
Hace 11 años