July 2008
With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me, if I calls her name? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame? There's always something diffe
With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me, if I calls her name? Would she hold me, if she knew my shame? There's always something diffe