Fading, fading...gone, by I'm The Girl That Holds Everything Inside Subscribe to rss feed for I'm The Girl That Holds Everything Inside 

Sometimes if I close my eyes real tight,
I can see,
a perfect picture of you and me.
Or at least of how things use to be.
Now the pictures faded,
it has a little tear.
And if I look real close I can see that you're not there.
Posted: 2006-04-15 18:27:17 UTC
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2006-04-30 20:57:43Zanna
Aww that's sweet. And I know what you mean. That's really good x

2006-05-11 20:20:47Faith
So sad...