Friday 11 January 2008 photo 1/1
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Speak with your tongue tied, I know that you’re tired But I just want to know, Where you want to go, I may be sad, But I’m not weak, This situation is bleak And your puffy eyes never lie, Your tears come from inside. Drown your fears with me I’m feeling real sorry Your glossy eyes don’t need The sadness they have seen But you’re way too deep to swim Back up again But somehow I can’t find The moment you said goodby
Annons