Life with men is like a deck of cards,
You need a heart to love them...

I can't stop thinking,
Of that one human being...

I'm not ready for love,
i'm not ready to meet my beloved...

Our love is forbidden,
no matter how far this love is driven...

Used to see black and white,
never any in between...

She's looking in the mirror
coats of red lipstick she puts on...

I lie in bed at night and pray,
that you will think of me...

"hasta manana"
my Spanish teacher says...

Is this what you want
my heart to be cut in 2...

It's our anniversary
coming up June 12th 2008...