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Dodano: 4 MAJA 2013

end

Find myself picking up the pieces of me that you discarded
So this is what they talk about when they say broken hearted
Thought I was a together kind of person ,the type who had it handled
As fate would have it I'm exploding like a roman candle, oh,

 

We never said goodbye, at least you dont get to see me cry, cry, cry

Even if its wrong enough, I just wanted to be loved