lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011

So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep.
And I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.
And I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are.
Hope it’s nice where you are.
And I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day,
And something reminds you, you wished you had stayed.
You can plan for a change in the weather and time.
But I had never planned on you changing your mind.
. . .
I never thought we'd have a last kiss.
I never imagined we'd end like this.


 

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