Thursday 2 April 2009 photo 1/1
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and I'm looking through the glass
where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Jag skulle kalla det för mycket mer än bara bästa vänner, Miss u! <3
where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Jag skulle kalla det för mycket mer än bara bästa vänner, Miss u! <3
Annons