And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late
martes, 1 de octubre de 2013
So you don't know were you're going and you wanna talk You feel like you're going where you've been before
I’ve stopped believing. Not in some depressed I’m-gonna-cry-(...). Not in a way I even noticed until tonight. It’s just, everyday I think I believe a little less and a little less and a little less and that… sucks. What do I do about that, (...)?