'nicolay'

KING.

king.

So, don't swear to God he never asked you It's not his heart you drove a knife through It's not his world you turned inside out Now his tears still rolling down Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold Don't you know you've lost control? Forget about the things you think I know No secrets, you can't keep me. PD: ya está el nuevo cd de BMTH al que le interesa.

Tell me what's the point of life Is it material? Had everything I could ever want and probably more When I lay in bed at night All I do is think of you So when all this is gone what do I have to come home to?