November
December 2010
I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town. I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes and they all fall down. And as I l
If I could write a letter to me and send it back in time to myself at 17 First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid And then
Imagine that the pillow that you cried on was my chest, and the tissue that you wiped your face with was my hand. Girl, imagine: if you needed advise about some other guy, I'm the one that comes to mi
from the first time you can open your eyes, and se the world without your sorrrow knowing all the pain you left behind for the peace you can never found is waiting there to hold and keep you welcom to
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