You have to hold her high up to see
The angel at the top of the Christmas tree...
You know you mean the world to me,
you have done all my life...
So, you want to know pneumonia?
The funny thing about pneumonia is that you have...
Put down that blade
and show me your love...
Once a year,
Every October...
Carefree of the outside world
Holly spread around the table...
How can we just stand here.
As our memories...
Let me tell you a story
One that has everything...
Rip off the old skin,
put on the new...
For years you been missing
No one knows you dead or alive...
Growing up with morals and
Guidance from the ones whe love...
Girls
are like apples...