6 de abril de 2010

Because when I'm with you there's nothing I wouldn't do, I just want to be your only one.
I'm grasping out at straws thinking back to what I saw, that night on the floor when we were all alone.
My love life was getting so bland. There are only so many ways I can make love with my hand, sometimes it makes me want to laugh.

No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario