terça-feira, setembro 30, 2008

Just a little bit.

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything is such a blur, it didn't come out right.
And all of the sudden it is cold and we're falling apart.
No this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark.

I've never been a fan of long goodbyes.
I am at the finish line and you're just way too far behind.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.

Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate.

Maybe a little bit possessive, a little miss obsessive.
Can't get over it.

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