martes, 23 de febrero de 2010

it's not like i think about this constantly.



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But that day will most likely never come for me
And it's just my luck to end up getting stuck
To everything you are

So tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures
And overanalyze your words

(I had the feeling that those looks you gave me were real)

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