sábado, 20 de agosto de 2011

maybe


I am left with nothing else to say. Hearts are broken almost every day.
Things aren't yours unless you pay for them. We're looking for another empty day.
But in between. Yeah I have seen.
Maybe I promised. Maybe I lied.
Maybe I promised.
But there are things that change in my mind.

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