sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009

Something better.


You're the direction I follow to get home, when I feel like can't go on, you tell me to go. And it's like I can't feel a thing, without you around, and don't mind me if I get weak in the knees, 'cuz you have that effect on me, you do.
And I can't think of anybody else who I hate to miss as much as I hate missing you.