Mr. D (Anni B Sweet)

I guess I have to pick up my guitar once more and sing my last thoughts of our impossible love Sing me a memorie and I will sing along, wouldn´t like to forget the day that we became one Mr. D made a decision by himself Mr. D did not notice that I was there My room is emptier, now is too big for me. My bed is growing each day I sleep in it. I´ve dance alone in tears with your favourite song... and for that, I wore the dress you´d like to see me in