How does it feel to know that I don’t care at all? Your words don’t mean a thing at all I chose to rise, you chose to fall How does it feel to know that I am capable? Of more than you will ever know :)
Se me quedo tu olor en mi ropa. La fragancia de tu piel, tu rico sabor a miel que probé yo de tu boca. Vamo a repetirlo mami una y otra, y otra, y otra vez. (love)