jueves, 2 de junio de 2011



Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone, just the one two of us who's counting on. That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, let's be more then this.
If you want to play it like a game, well, come on, come on, let's play cause I'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute.
They taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies.