J.B. dá música #69
Do grande:
"Maybe it's a bitter wind
That chilled from the pacific rim
Brought you this way
(brought you my way)
Do not make me think of him
The way he touched your fragile skin
That haunts me every day
I'm out of love but i can't forget the past
I'm out of words but i'm sure it'll never last
I've been saving
These last words
For one last miracle
But now i'm not sure
I can't save you
If you don't let me
You just get me like i've never been gotten before
Like i've never been gotten before"