I'm not sure of anyone, anyone. but I've got plans. I'm not asking for everything, but sure, I could use a hand. Get a little anxious sometimes you'll be gone and I'll be left behind get a little nervous sometimes it'll be my queue and I'll forget my lines get a little lost look, as I'm staring from the corner of my eye. Never really mastered disinterest. I can't see how the way that you leave me only makes us close I must be out of touch. I won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone but I could be gone too. feel a little sorry sometimes, you're not here when I am writing feels a little awkward sometimes, you won't talk but we're not fighting you hold on to your secrets, and I'm not privy to whats on your mind but I cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
