quinta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2013

Sick o me.

New love, new fun, new me. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? New fear, nothings clear to me and that's how it's always gonna be. I've never been real sure of myself, never trusted someone else. Something you do puts my fears to rest.

We'll bring it up and never touch the ground and when you need me I'll be around. This is how it's gonna be, if you don't get sick of me.