I think I'll sleep for a few days.
I can't handle thinking about you anyway.
The only thing I would like to do is walk to you.
Sadly I can't even talk to you.
For me love inst a happy thing.
It's a tainted thing.
A brutal sting.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
I think I'll sleep for a few days.
I can't handle thinking about you anyway.
The only thing I would like to do is walk to you.
Sadly I can't even talk to you.
For me love inst a happy thing.
It's a tainted thing.
A brutal sting.
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