fredag 11 mars 2011

Someday.

In many ways. They'll miss the good old days.
Someday. Someday.
Yeah. It hurts to say. But I want you to stay.
Sometimes.

Sometimes.

When we was young. Oh man. Did we have fun.
Always. Always.
Promises. They break before they're made.
Sometimes. Sometimes.



I'm working so I won't have to try. So hard.
Tables they turn sometimes.

Oh. Someday.






Nä. Godnatt på er.

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