quinta-feira, agosto 19, 2010

viciada...



This truth is hiding in your eyes,
And it's hanging on your tongue.
Just boiling in my blood, but you think that I can't see.
What kind of man that you are?
If you're a man at all.
Well, I will figure this one out
On my own...
I'm screaming "I love you so"...
(But my thoughts you can't decode!)

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