24 junio, 2010

Turn off the light



It's getting so lonely inside this bed
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
And there's an aching inside my head
It's telling me you're better off alone
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you will get some

Ps. Todo es perfecto hasta que pienso en eso.

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