no more tears my heart is dry
i don’t laugh and i don’t cry
i don’t think about you all the time
but when i do, i wonder why
you had to go out of my door and leave just like you did before
i know i said that i was sure but rich men can’t imagine poor
one day baby we’ll be old, oh baby we’ll be old and think of all the stories that we could’ve told
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Here I go again the blame, the guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame." ♥
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es ist so wunderbar.
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isn't his voice amazing, too??
Heey.. *cough, cough ^^'* I wrote you a letter, do you want it, still? ^^'''
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and, helllooo :D
how are you?
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