Your love is so predictable. I can rely on you to blow my brain. You always know which trick to pull. I can predict you'll drive me wild-insane Your love is so predictable. (Oh, yes it is). Your
My cup is cold, my paper's old. My heart is sold to melancholia. My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn. My heart is borne to melancholia A strange surprise, what I despised. In other guys is her,
I'd gladly lose me to find you. I'd gladly give up all I have. To find you I'd suffer anything and be glad I'd pay any price to get you. I'd work all my life and I will. To win you, I'd stand nake
People come to me for exclamations. Don't under stand what they say. This is the age of intuition. Things look a little different every day I have a little trouble. To keep on getting angry with t
People come to me for exclamations. Don't under stand what they say. This is the age of intuition. Things look a little different every day I have a little trouble. To keep on getting angry with t