|Some old school for ya =)
||[20 Sep 2004|06:20pm]
||im perfecting the art of toast
Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say…
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night???