by ιdєитιтy » Wed Nov 04, 2009 2:08 pm
A wave of guilt swept over Mricia, she turned her head, and ran back, sitting beside him "Are you ok?" she wispered.
Everywhere I Go
When everyone who knows me
Knows that I would stand alone
It's all part of the
g a m e
The game, the game, the game
I'm standing on my toes
To the sky I know
And you know you're the one to think
It's all part of the g a m e
The game, the game, the game
We all play it the s a m e