söndag 29 mars 2009

you

The flicker of the TV
Dinner on my own
Got your last words on my mind
If only you could feel me,
Pick up your phone
And tell me I'll be fine

Cause every choice is a new mistake
Every turn, every step I take
To escape from your memory
Seems impossible for me
I runaway but I can't let go
Every thought in my head says no
Been everywhere and all I see is you..

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