søndag den 25. november 2012


If you ask me how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine.
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind.
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two - and finally I'm forced to face the truth, no matter what I say I'm not over you.

Damn, damn boy, you do it well, and I thought you were innocent.
Took this heart and put it through hell, but still you're magnificent.
I, I'm a boomerang, doesn't matter how you throw me, I turn around and I'm back in the game.
Even better than the old me - but I'm not even close without you.

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