I'm outta luck, outta love. Gotta photograph, picture of. Passion killer, you're too much. You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time I dream. On every page, every magazine. So
I'm outta luck, outta love. Gotta photograph, picture of. Passion killer, you're too much. You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time I dream. On every page, every magazine. So
Now that it's all said and done,. I can't believe you were the one. To build me up and tear me down,. Like an old abandoned house. What you said when you left. Just left me cold and out of breath. I f
Title Home (Acoustic). Artist Daughtry. I'm staring out into the night. Trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love. And feeling good don't . Ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's