I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
But why we gotta argue, why we gotta fight; I just wanna love you, I wanna make it right. It’s like we both forgot what we were fighting for, so tell me why are we at war.
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