So many words that I, that I can never find.



Every day I wake up and it's Sunday, whatever's in my head won't go away; the radio is playing all the usual, what's a wonderwall anyway? Because my inside is outside, my right side's on the left side. 'Cause I'm writing to reach you now, but I might never reach you; only want to teach you about you, but that's not you. It's good to know that you are home for Christmas, it's good to know that you are doing well; it's good to know that you all know I'm hurting, it's good to know I'm feeling not so well. Because my inside is outside, my right side's on the left side. 'Cause I'm writing to reach you now, but I might never reach you; only want to teach you about you, but that's not you.

3 talk way too much:

tatii dijo...

esaas uñas !!

Antonellaa- dijo...

que lindas uñas jaja. Hace mil años que no escucho Travis =P Un besote Dany, cuidate =)

NERINA dijo...

Que lindas uñas, re simpáticas, jaja.
Que andes bien
Besos :)