12 de febrero de 2010




Don't wanna hear your sad songs, I don't wanna feel your pain when you swear it's all my fault, cause you know we're not the same. We not the same, oh we're not the same the friends who stuck together we wrote our names in blood but i guess you can't accept that the change is good, it's good, it's good. You treat me just like another stranger. Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess i'll go I best be on my way out .

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