Your lips tan cerca de mi

More drink, more dreams, more bed, more drugs, more lust, more lies, more head, more love

30/6/11

Why do you steal my hand
Whenever I'm standing my own ground
You build me up, then leave me dead

out of all the people, you wanted me the most

tease me, go ahead and leave me

When you are too in love to let it go

Love him so much it just turns to hate

(aching the same heartbreak)

El perfecto final para esta historia de mierda

love is old, love is new

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