As the cold tears run down my cheek,
I think of what it could be like
if we were all happy and got along for once.
I don't want it to be like this
and I know you don't either,
but nobody is willing to change...
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
As the cold tears run down my cheek,
I think of what it could be like
if we were all happy and got along for once.
I don't want it to be like this
and I know you don't either,
but nobody is willing to change...
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