lunes, 20 de abril de 2009


Don't look at me.
This awful dace full of memories.
Just turn around, walk away, get out before you regret.
Couse I'm finally let you go.
This was what you wanted, didn't you?
And call me when time pass by if you still remember me.
Don't wake me up at night, you'll still in my dreams be.

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