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domingo, 8 de março de 2009

("i can't stop thinking about you")

Just my thoughts, my head spinning in a big rush,
the less i want to make a big deal out of this, the more i do,
it's like you caught me on a spell and eventhough i want to come back to the old me,
i can't, there's no point, 'cause even that doesn't help me anymore.
I guess i'm through with all the talking about you,
i won't ever get to a point, will I?

"Ask yourself the question"

I can't seem to find the answer.

1 comentários:

mafalda chantre disse...

You have the answer to the question right in front of your face, please, do me a favor and find it.