October 2008
He was my North, my South, my East, my West My working week and my Sunday rest My noon, My midnight My talk, My song I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now
He was my North, my South, my East, my West My working week and my Sunday rest My noon, My midnight My talk, My song I thought that love would last forever. I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now