Breathe and I'll carry you away
Monday, March 29, 2010
I know it's mad.
Honestly, I want to forget about the past. But I can't help remembering all the times you screwed me over.
And I never told you a thing.
Doc, there's a hole where something was,
Doc, there's a hole where something was.
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