Mr.D
Ana Fabiola Lopez Rodriguez
I guess I have to pick up my guitar once more
And sing my last thoughts of our impossible love
Sing me a memory 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 favorite song
And for that, I wore the dress you'd like to see me in
