OUT OF ALL THINGS...
IF I SIT ALONE AND CRY MY EYES WILL GET DRY I WILL LOOSE MY HAPPINESS So I MADE A BEAUTIFUL DREAM A SIMPLE DREAM Only for me to hold Out of all my worries Out of all hopeless days I pretend that I have a lover He comes on Sundays Isn't it true? Isn't it true??? But I feel so good All it matter is... Sign in to see full entry.