Yo, I'm that ill cat with more cork in his bat than Sammy Sosa. I'm too ghetto for merchandise, so kids make their own posters. Orlando fans are in the
Fordítás: Freek de Jonge. 1968/12/06.
Fordítás: Madonna. Ápolja (Edit, 04:06) / Supernatural (Original Version, 05:12).
Don't see what you do And I haven't for so long Where is this wealth of inner resolve This foundation you think I stand upon Where is this strength
Look into my eyes and you will see The way your thoughts should be Listen to the tone of my voice And understand you have no choice This is the way
I used to care until you showed me how weak I was I used to care until my eyes filled with hate I used to think I had the one thing that never died
I heard every word you've said Even if my eyes were closed I felt every statement you made Even when you chose not to speak Look at what I have become
The face I wear today Will soon fade away And the dreams I have made Will die where they lay Call it cowardice for not seeing it ?til the end Show
I heard every word you've said Even if my eyes were closed I felt every statement you made Even when you chose not to speak Look at what I have
: Look into my eyes and you will see The way your thoughts should be Listen to the tone of my voice And understand you have no choice This is the
: I used to care until you showed me how weak I was I used to care until my eyes filled with hate I used to think I had the one thing that never died
: Don't see what you do And I haven't for so long Where is this wealth of inner resolve This foundation you think I stand upon Where is this strength
: The face I wear today Will soon fade away And the dreams I have made Will die where they lay Call it cowardice for not seeing it ?til the end
: I heard every word you've said Even if my eyes were closed I felt every statement you made Even when you chose not to speak Look at what I have
