segunda-feira, 6 de junho de 2011




I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away. I want you back. My neighbors think I'm crazy, but they don't understand: you're all I have.


At night when the stars light out my room... I sit by myself talking to the moon, try to get to you in hopes you're on the other side, talking to me to... Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon.




the best, ever (:


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