sábado, 4 de octubre de 2008





Now it seems to me that you know just what to say. Words are only words, can you show me something else? Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way? Show me how you feel more than ever baby. I don't wanna be lonely no more. I don't wanna have to pay for this. I don't want to know the lover at my door is just another heartache on my list.