23 de noviembre de 2009


You have a way of coming easily to me.
And when you take, you take the very best of me.
So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin'
And you do what you want 'cause I'm not what you wanted.

You never did give a damn thing, honey.
But I cried, cried for you.

what a shame.

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