sábado, 4 de febrero de 2012

Cabeza de Radio.

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who can not talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you,
When you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
You will be the one screaming out.

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