Author: No One
•sâmbătă, septembrie 03, 2011
We're some sick weird joke. You and me. But we survived this rain. This road closed to all others. You lie and I tell the truth. Dear, we mixt. Our children we'll be the best in the world. At cricket and drawing little circles. Baby, baby there so much we can achieve in this poor world. Look, the moon is half gone and you fell asleep on my shoulder. So tonight I must guide you through there dreams. The dreams of a sweet liar.

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