søndag den 15. september 2013

I tried to find you at the bottom of a bottle, laying down on the bathroom floor.
My loneliness was a rattle in the windows, you said you don't want me anymore.

And you left me...
Standing on a corner crying,
feeling like a fool for trying.
I don't even remember, why I'm wasting all these tears on you.
I wish I could erase our memory 'cause you didn't give a damn about me.

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