July
August 2011
We're almost twenty-three and you're still mad at me So much that I said to you and I want to take it back now Twenty-three and it's so sad to me you tell the world I'm dead to you
Tell me, who will save you when there's no one else around And you can't turn to me? Tell me, where will you be When it's over and all this pride you hold inside is gone? Tell me where will you hide
“One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else."
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