viernes, 16 de diciembre de 2011

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.

I heard that you're settled down, that you found a girl and you're married now, I heard that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things I didn't give to you, old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

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