December 2009
I bottle all my hurt inside, I guess Im living a lie. Inside my mind each day I die What can bring me back to life? A simple word, a gesture Someone to say youre beautiful Come find this buried treasu
I bottle all my hurt inside, I guess Im living a lie. Inside my mind each day I die What can bring me back to life? A simple word, a gesture Someone to say youre beautiful Come find this buried treasu