| It's too late, tomorrow is here. |
[déc. 8e, 2009 12:29 pm] |
You are the fire on my apartment floor,
Sixteen stories, I'd rather burn than fall.
It isn't fate that took us all by storm,
It's just the turn of a card.
Goodbye, old friend.
Goodbye, goodnight.
I'll move on,
You'll call it fate, I'll call it karma.
We had our time, it was fun,
While it lasted. |
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