mandag 23. mars 2009
The Streets
Dry your eyes, mate
I know it's hard to take, but his mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes, mate
I know you want to make him see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now, it's over
But the more I pull on his hand and say
The more he pulls away
Abonner på:
Legg inn kommentarer (Atom)
1 kommentar:
Du måtte bare bytte til him? Nå har du brukt mange sanger jeg har sendt deg her! Hehe...
Legg inn en kommentar