sábado, 29 de enero de 2011
I wish I was special, you're so fucking special. I would lie you if I told you I have forgotten all the wild things we were. So, please, let me run, let me run out the door, out the world, out we both.
Whatever makes me happy is you. Whatever you want is whatever I want.
And I hope you know while I surrender, I am waiting for you
Publicado por Stumbleine en 15:48