the time of the month is coming
and everything/everyone is getting on my nerve
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I like, Where you sleep,
When you sleep,
Next to me.
I like, Where you sleep,
Here.
Our lips, Can touch.
And our cheeks, Can brush.
Cause our lips can touch,
Here.
Where you are the one, the one, That lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite terribly." I fell in love, in love, With you suddenly.
Now there's no place else, I could be, but,
Here in your arms.
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