Ese sería el mayor placer como culminación de todos los placeres.
jueves, 10 de junio de 2010
I miss you...miss you...
Where are you and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time And as I stared I counted Webs from all the spiders Catching things and eating their insides Like indecision to call you And hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight Stop this pain tonight
Qué hice mal? No te entiendo No me entiendo Me pierdo