Entry: play me a song to set me free Sunday, March 13, 2005



I’ll settle down with some old story
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.

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mylostwords
September 11, 2005   01:28 AM PDT
 
Breves regressos. Até um dia destes.

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