sexta-feira, março 26, 2010

why won't you come home?

And why don't you just tell me to fuck off with my hopes, love and dreams. All I need is an answer...but you have to give it to me.


Need you to know I'm just as cold and numb as you.
You could come to stay
Yes you could come right Home
I don't see why I have to live this life all alone.
I know there is a way to make up for mistakes
I know what's happening is for a reason.






este gajo é um guitarrista brutal....

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