Sunday, March 28, 2010
i'll leave when the wind blows.
as i lay in solitude, oh what's a girl supposed to do?
i shake the very thought of you, me together i remember
late night when i stayed up late, all i do is wait and wait
you're never coming home to me, that's the hardest thing to see.
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