At the stroke of midnight.
staring at the monitor...
For the milionth time I´m all alone.
She never thinks I´m sweet and gentle...
I´m not the one she needs.
She will never look at me...
with eyes on fire...
burning with love and desire...
staring at the monitor...
For the milionth time I´m all alone.
She never thinks I´m sweet and gentle...
I´m not the one she needs.
She will never look at me...
with eyes on fire...
burning with love and desire...
Vastaukset 3
Vanhimmat
Take my hand, I am waiting. I miss you so. Trust is coming back like the spring sun. If you wouldn't always speak about other women;)
:-)
:-))