domingo, 29 de marzo de 2009
Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when our love is strong. Why carry on without me. Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small I guess I need you, baby. And everytime I see you in my dreams, I see your face, it's haunting me, I guess I need you, baby. I make believe that you are here, it's the only way I see clear. What have I done, you seem to move on easy.