martes, 10 de mayo de 2011

Grab me, stab me, go on and have me

There were, once upon a time, a girl and a boy.
She liked him so much,
he did not care nothing at all.
He could remember everything he went through last summer,
he could not remember our last talk.
He could realize he was an asshole,
and it's ok, 'cause she couldn't neither,
she was in a crush.
Oh, boy, she was so inlove.

Lie me, have me.
Grab me, take me.
Live me, love me.
Entertain me, leave me,
hate me, excuse me.

Found my imperfection in our longest conversation.
You found yourself so lost on our last talk.
So amused, so cool.

And is this gonna turned out into an awkard situation?
Just like everybody else.


Everybody wants something from me - The Pretty Reckless

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