quinta-feira, 23 de julho de 2009

Cry

"The way that it was and could have been surrounds me. I'll never get over you walking away. I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show and I thought that being strong meant never losing your self-control but I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain. To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes. Tonight I wanna cry.
Would it help if I turned a sad song on "All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters. It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better but I'll never get over you by hiding this way."

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