With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong. And to this song I send myself. And with these drinks I plan to collapse, And forget this wasted year Well devoted friends, they disappear. And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you. Some decisions you don't make. I guess it's just like breathing when not wanting to. There are some things you can't fake. Well I guess that it's typical, To cling to memories you'll never get back again, And to sort through old photographs, Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know. And there below, his frozen face, Where you wrote the name and that ancient date. And you can't believe that he's really gone, I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you. I know that it is late, But thank you for talking, because I needed to. Yeah, some things just can't wait.

Annons

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johannaengvall Fri 19 Oct 2007 18:15

hände rikväll baaaaby

stinalarsson Fri 19 Oct 2007 18:16

chillning för mig hehehehehh, själv? ring mig sen om du orkar ! :) <3

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