Saturday 7 April 2007 photo 29/91
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Time and time again I've said that I don't care, that I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through. But every time it matters all my words desert me, so anyone can hurt me. And they do. So what happens now? /another suitcase in another hall/ So what happens now? /take your picture off another wall/ Where am I going to? /you'll get by you always have before/ Where am I going to?
Annons