At 9th l wil lay down on my bed/thinkin about ur smile/about ur beauty/about ur d way u pronounce my name/I make up my mind every hour/to tell u how l feel/but l guess i'm afraid u might not feel d same way towards me,this is killing me/i'm making up my mind this night/whatever it takes/l wil tel u how much my feelings 4 u av grown over d year.............,..,..,...,
quickwings
2011/02/09 06:54