sábado, 12 de febrero de 2011


I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.
And truth be told, I miss you.
And truth be told, I'm lying.
When you see my face: hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
When you walk my way: hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
Tomorrow you'll be thinkin' to yourself: "yeah, when did it all go wrong?", but the list goes on and on.
Now you'll never see what you've done to me. you can take back your memories, they're no good to me.
And here's all your lies, you can look me in the eyes with the sad, sad look at you wear so well.

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