If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
Always know that I love you.
tisdag 1 februari 2011
lördag 29 januari 2011
Why do all good things come to an end?
"Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me"
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me"
I love the first few lines of this song.
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