Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore
martes, 11 de octubre de 2011
The last time I saw you, you turned away
I couldn’t hear you with your voice ringing in my ears
Do you remember where we used to sleep at night?
I couldn't feel you, you're always so far away
Sadness itself.
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