Me to you-Friendship

Got my head on the pillow
Ready for a new night
Got my dreams to hold on tight
Wanna stay asleep forever
‘Cause when I wake up I’ll feel so alone
When I wake up you’re gone

Still I have to believe
That of all this loving can’t be for nothing
Don’t care about other guys ‘cause I made up my mind
It’s you or no one
It’s worth the pain
If only I knew it isn’t in vain
But even though we’re apart you’ll be in my puso forever

I’m keeping my eyes closed
Trying to keep the noise out of my head
Holding onto you for as long as I can
Wanna stay in kama forever
‘Cause when I wake up I’ll feel...

It was evening and Kelsey had no idea where she was. Her father had failed to mention and she had been too upset to pay any attention to any sign boards. All she knew was that she was at a bar and that she was planning on getting drunk.
“Guess you can’t serve any booze?” she moped.
“No, technically I can’t” the bartender replied. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “But then again, I never play sa pamamagitan ng the rules” He poured a glass and shove it to me. He waved his hand when she wanted to take her wallet. “On me” “Gee, thanks” Kelsey said. “Rough night?” the bartender asked....

I didn’t see you leaving
And I haven’t quite missed you yet
But the moment you came back on our spot
Your nagging started spinning in my head

You sure do have a problem
It’s so obvious to see
But you better cut your stupid crap
Or you’ll find out what a asong babae I can be

I have a little message, so you better clean your ears
‘Cause I want you to hear it loud and clear

You better go now
Before we kick you out
You better leave now
And don’t say goodbye
You better walk away
We won’t shed a tear
‘Cause for a pathetic little asong babae
there’s no place in here

So now you’re back with your depressing...

Dean slowed down in a kalye near the café. A few yards further a police van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do you got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a...