quarta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2011

I sit here, by myself
Thinking about all the things you told me.
I try to remember your face
But it's starting to be confused
And I don't really know how was your smile, anymore.
I miss you as much I need a home.
I need you as much I miss home.
You're not coming back.

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