Saturday, July 25, 2009


you only go around, round, round.

I see a red door and I want it painted black.

one red shoe

And I wonder when I sing along with you.
If everything could ever feel this real forever.
If anything could ever be this good again.


1 comment:

  1. hola chicas, mucha producción en este blog, ¡¡sigan creando!!!