lunes, enero 25, 2010
Llévame, si quieres a perder a ningún destino, sin ningún porqué.
Mate, you’re too late, and you weren’t worth the wait.. Now, are you? It's out of my hands since you blew your last chance, when you played with me. You'll have to cry me out, the tears you will fall mean nothing at all, it's time to get over myself.
escrito por Clara en 19:26:00