Welcome two thousand and thirteen.

domingo, 11 de septiembre de 2011


I'll throw all of your stuff away and then I'll 
clear you out of my head. 
I'll tear you out of my heart and
ignore all your messages.
I'll celebrate when we got through cause I'm so
much better without you.
But it's just another pretty lie. Cause I break down, 
everytime you come around.


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