nie trafilsmy na siebie.

droga do kazimierza.
samochod gra:



I've been sending you signals, but my signals have never been seen. I've been writing you letters, but those letters never leave me. I bought you a couple of presents, but they sit in the corner unwrapped I just can't bring myself to fruition I can't close this permanent gap.
How can I let you forget me? If you don't even know me already? My name doesn't change very often but it's never been Don and Sherri...