driving, by thesexygreenmnm |
driving around for hours just seeing what i could see watching people drive by me looking happy. i'm broken up inside crying my heart out to you you can make me laugh at the little things in life i'm sick of being hurt i'm sick of trying to feel good driving around for hours and i'm completely lost |
Posted: 2005-01-06 01:54:45 UTC |
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