sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2008

I'm Also Lost

In that cold December night
She was on fire
eyed me like a child

She used to hang around with a drug dealer
shared the same bed with her hero killer

Asked me for direction
and I said ‘No’
I’m really done

Laugh at me
Try me
Aim me like a child

I saw her lips moving
didn’t hear what she was talking
I heard no sound of regret
No sounds of sorrow

Laugh at me
Try me
Aim me like a child

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