martes, 13 de octubre de 2009
He talks to me, I laugh'cause he's just so funny, and I can't even see anyone when he's with me...I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night...he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar...the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star....he's the song in the car I keep singing don't know why I do...
~pateticolandia