Saturday, January 10, 2009
Make It Obvious
My past doesn't appeals to me anymore My stress level has reached its peak
Only God knows when all this will end
Past has caught up
Future decided to speed up
Father, father I can't do this anymore
I left my out my goodbyes
Till we meet again,
Im sorry Belle
We had many times together
Australia seems so faraway
7 years is forever
What happen to the good old days
A hectic world is gonna make cheese out of me. I want to be a spanish onion not a spanish cheese. :(
Heaven’s gates won’t open up for me
With these broken wings
I’m fallin’and all I see is you
These city walls ain’t got no love for me
I’m on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I’m callin’
And all I need from you
Hurry I’m fallin’