-crossed but we'll never toss the strength of the poet's page I know... Juliet... Juliet... You can be my one if you wanna go You can be my Juliet
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge It
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge Its
: My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge