Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore
domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011
I stood out there on the lawn with my wet socks and a broken heart
I tried to get in my dad's car,
but the door was locked
I just stood there staring
at the light, locked outside
Where did she go?
:(
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