westlife
The painter
If I were a painter
Mixing my colors
How could I ever find the blue of your eyes
The canvas could never
Capture the light of you...
Loneliness is the price I paid
for having loved you Stuck by you
Crying my eyes our everynight I prayed
To see you back and call me a fool
Happiness i...
And now is time to say good bye to the books
They showed me the way to joy and happiness,my friends
How can I forget the fun we had before
I don't kno...
One summer night the stars were shining bright
One summer dream made with fancy whims
That summer night my whole world tumbled down
I could have died ...