esta bueno escribir sin sentido , o quizas tiene sentido pero realmente no te das cuenta CUAL es ese sentido

lunes, 21 de junio de 2010

22 / 06 /2007 - 22/06/2010 TIME


Love it just a game

Oh, maybe I think maybe I don't

Maybe I will maybe I won't

Find my way this time

I hear you're calling me soon

One of these days

Some of these days, and somebody pays

It happens all the time

I'll believing, believing you wanted me to
And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line
And maybe I should have tried to leave this time
I'm an honest mistake that you made
Did you mean to?
Did you mean?
Oh, did you mean?

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true


Oh, and they coloured you up

They coloured you down, they coloured you in

And I've been waiting so long

To take you home
And maybe I think, maybe I don't
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Find my way tonight
But I hear you're calling me soon

And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line

And maybe I should have tried to leave this time

I'm an honest mistake that you made

Did you mean to?

Did you mean?

Oh, did you mean?
Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true

And maybe I'm a fool for walking in line

And maybe I should have tried to leave this time

I'm an honest mistake that you made

Did you mean to?

Did you mean?

Oh, did you mean?

Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true