jueves, 22 de abril de 2010

Does it show?

Everytime you go away it actually kind of makes my day. Everytime you leave you slam the door.
You pick your words so carefully, you hate to think you're hurting me... You leave me laughing on the floor 'cause I don't give it up, I don't give a damn what you say about that. You know? I'm not gonna cry about some stupid guy, a guy who thinks he's all that.

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