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
sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2008
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