The Agony of Ecstasy – In this feeling called love Deep in my heart We have drifted apart Your kisses are cold a strangers touch The warmth has faded Your eyes speak no love The ...
Morning Blues, the clock goes tick-tock In the Morning to Work today,I saw the traffic go morose,I wish I could move,in a swift, away. The cars, they honk a musical honk,a headache it triggers,in this ...