sexta-feira, 16 de abril de 2010

This place was never the same again, after you came and went. How could you say you meant anything different to anyone. Look to the past and remember and smile; and maybe tonight I can breath for a while.
I'm not in this scene, I think I'm falling asleep; But then all that, it means, is I'll always be dreaming of you.

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