The tone between us is my eyes.
I go to each side,
Tile was hopeful, you back to me
By going, the roads will be one -sided
It is not the same as you went out
With every sin you, I will be accused
Say that except me, who will be intermediaries
Worked by this love, this relationship becomes
Anyone who instead of me is not to be left.
Wont get you back to your arms.
However, by avoiding, interest is diminished
One looks like me, loves semester
Gutter
Well, but thought, thats good
Being with me was from the habit of
Was the same as you were going to be politics
Is not the same as you go out of the way
With every sin you, I will be accused
Say that except me, who will be intermediaries
Worked by this love, this relationship becomes
Anyone who instead of me is not to be left.
Wont get you back to your arms.
However, by avoiding, interest is diminished
One looks like me, loves semester
