Monday, April 29, 2013

pastispast


Tell me about those nights you stayed awake
Tell me about those days you hated me
Tell me how you'd rather die alone
Than be stuck here with me
and maybe you've fallen down
and maybe you took the l.o.n.g way home
but baby you could never love you like me
[[maybe]] one day this will fade away
In the mirror you'll see a smiling face
and standing next to you will a.l.w.a.y.s be
me

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