Its cold in the dark, by Gawjous Idiot |
i know things will never be the same should i give it a shot or will i be shot down? think of the things you put me through think of the pain you mad me feel say your sorry why wont you say that you're sorry? the wound is healing but sharp jabs reopen the wound you've made up your mind why can't i make up mine? |
Posted: 2010-05-27 03:34:34 UTC |
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