Es mejor desaparecer que desvanecerse poco a poco..

sábado, 3 de marzo de 2012

Fate fell short this time

This place was never the same again after you came and went. How can you say "you" meant anything different  to anyone standing alone on the street with a cigarette on the first night we met? Look to the past and remember her smile and maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile. I'm not in the seat I think I'm fallin' asleep but then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you 

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