Nov 2012
That night,
it plays in my head
like a broken record.
That night,
I see it all again
like it's happening again.
That night,
it's my nightmare.
it plays in my head
like a broken record.
That night,
I see it all again
like it's happening again.
That night,
it's my nightmare.
R.I.P. Michael, haven't forgotten yet. Won't ever, I swear!
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