Tråkigaste lördagen

I was eighteen and still talking to myself
Where were you? Where'd you go?
Daddy can't ya tell?
I'm not tryin to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame
No there's no one home
In my house of pain
I'm not tryin to fake it
And I ain't the one to blame
No there's no one home
In my house of pain

Kommentarer

Kommentera inlägget här:

Namn:
Kom ihåg mig?

E-postadress: (publiceras ej)

URL/Bloggadress:

Kommentar:

Trackback
RSS 2.0