The life and thoughts of a teenage walking disaster.
jueves 30 de diciembre de 2010
Was it you that kept me wondering through this life?
My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away But every now and then you come to mind Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game But when your name was called, you found a place to hide When you knew that I was always on your side
Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent But your demons and your angels reappeared Leavin' all the traces of the man you thought you'd be Leavin' me with no place left to go from here Leavin' me so many questions all these years...
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