vineri, 25 mai 2012

marți, 8 mai 2012


Come on in,
I've gotta tell what what state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is that...
I miss you.
How could I fail? Did I fear the consequence?
Dazed by careless words, cosy in my head, I don't mind I think, I will let you go.