I have found myself looking
threw the wrong end of the mirror...

Crimson angles and delicate wings
take me for a ride threw my mystical dreams...

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills...

Tell her how you admire her. Always tell her you...

Find The Guy That Calls You Beautiful, Not Hot...

It's always bitter and cold outside
Without the warmth of someone caring...