Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
I’ll be true, I’ll be useful, I’ll be cavalier; I’ll be yours, my dear.
You’ve got wits, you’ve got looks, you’ve got passion, but are you brave enough to leave with me tonight?
I’m sure you don’t believe a word,
cuz you’ve heard it all before.
And we’re so far from where we were.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map