quinta-feira, 15 de março de 2007

Sometimes I ask myself if this life will ever make sense.
Cause suddenly I feel that I don't know what I'm looking for.
Everything seems to be so weird and helpless.
There are no answers, there is no hope, or it seems to be so.
And then the world is lost, and I'll let it flow...



Snoopy

Rose is Rose, by Pat Brady; by Don Wimmer

Rose is Rose, by Pat Brady; by Don Wimmer