lo peor aun no ha llegado Dime quien, quien borrara las caricias que te hice alguna vez quien me curara los besos que dejaste en mi piel quien me
I believe in treating women, like I want to be treated. When a woman's degraded, by the lustful eyes of men, I'm angry. It makes me sick, seeing women
Will you greet a stranger Not of this world Who finds it strange here Who's not at home? Who won't fit in Who's called a fool Who lives despised Whom
Tulkojums: Aizvainojums. Kuriem viņi varētu Kill.
Tulkojums: Nav kauns. Kurš ir vainojams.
You keep hoping you'll wake up and have the answers to your life. The more you search, you find the reckless driver of your mind. You think if you keep
