I’m leaving you for the last time baby You think you’re loving, But you don’t love me And I’ve been confused Outta my mind lately You think you’re loving, But I want to be free, baby You’ve hurt me.
When I get to Warwick Avenue We’ll spend an hour but no more than two Our only chance to speak once more I showed you answers, now here’s the door
maski
(female, 38)
jazzamor - travel in order not to arrive
I'm not calling for a second chance I'm screaming at the top of my voice Give me reason, but don't give me choice Cause I'll just make the same mistake again
osecam neverovatan umor, a imam konstantne nesanice nocu... kazu `oce to u devetom mesecu a ja bih samo da spavam nocu kao covek da bih preko dana mogla da jurcam za tarom... ipak osecam srecu jer dejan sutra ne radi...