23 de agosto de 2010

There's a storm coming up
and I gotta prepare myself

cause this felling's getting 
stronger everyday.
Something's creeping inside
everything is about to change.
Gotta face the fact
that I can't walk away. 

This is critical,
I'm feeling helpless
so hysterical, this can't be healthy.
I can't eat or sleep
when you're not with me.
Baby, you're the air breath. 

¡This is critical