miércoles, 9 de junio de 2010

She started dressing like me and talking like me , It freaked me out, She started calling you up in the middle of the night , What's that about? . I just want to be there when you discover , When you wake up in the morning next to your new lover , She might cook you breakfast and love you in the shower , The flavor of the moment, cause she don't have what's ours
She's not me
She doesn't have my name
She'll never have what I have

It won't be the same
It won't be the same

No hay comentarios: