viernes, 17 de julio de 2009


Once per hour, my veins are sour
once per day, you make me lost my way
three times per week, my soul will be deinflated and weak
twice per month, my heart will heal and want some more,
none by year i'll spit the pavement and tell you that now i'm not here....

1 comentario:

Great Value dijo...

Andi poes! ahora en ingles :)