sábado, 9 de enero de 2010

What's this life anyway?
what's it to you and me?
What's it to anyone?
Who we are supposed to be?

Make me a storybook,
write me away from here,
I need a different now.

When we can wear each other for a while
I'll len you my tears if I could borrow a smile,
I'll get through tomorrow somehow today
happy after.
Once upon these days.