It amazes me how much I want you
We seem to fall out every time
And again when I feel that we're closing in
You say "Look I really can't pull this off, not this time."
What's with all these people?
Who are they?
What do they want?
I don't carry drugs in my pocket
Though you said it would bring us closer
I don't think you meant to each other
But to something else
Someone else
Sunday, August 15, 2010
jemand anders
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