segunda-feira, dezembro 05, 2005

I remember the days
Without fun
That I ask you
And send you messages
To see you
Once more
Why now
You don’t shows up anymore
I remember think you
And you appear to me
So where are you?
I miss you
Get dame it
When I was younger
Maybe I only think hurt you
Now I don’t have the same fun
So we fight
It’s the same
I think this is love
What we feel
And you don’t care
Tell me
Why?