About a boy who’s just like me
Thought there was love in everything and everyone
You’re so naive!
They always reach a sorry ending
They always get it in the end
Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and then
With a winning smile, the poor boy
With naivety succeeds
At the final moment, I cried
I always cry at endings...
i could kill you sure, but i could only make you cry with these words.
September 11, 2005 01:28 AM PDT
Breves regressos. Até um dia destes.
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