Put your pictures in a shoebox and my golden ring in a drawer

4.4 Now I'm writing you this letter
and it's killing me tonight
that I agreed when you believed
it wasn't right
and I couldn't sleep up on the bed
so I'm down here on the floor
where I'm not supposed to love you anymore

Kommentarer

Kommentera inlägget här:

Namn:
Kom ihåg mig?

E-postadress: (publiceras ej)

URL/Bloggadress:

Kommentar:

Trackback
RSS 2.0