lunes, 6 de febrero de 2012

You ruined my favorite records, I listen to them and think of you.
I just hope you remember all of the countless times that I believed in you, for what?

Dont think youve got to go it alone here, Ive got nothing left to hide.
You've got time, just make up your mind.

I thought this was what you wanted; someone who gets everything right.
I thought this was what you wanted; someone to put you first in their life.
'Cause were running out of time.

Just know that it kills me when I hear anything to do with you. If you don't see it, just believe me.
I
need to be right where you are.
You know that Im leaving and you won't hear until a year from now. But this kills me (this kills me), 'cause now I hate that everything's, everything's about you.

I thought this was what you wanted.

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