Thursday, January 11, 2007

delicate

The bed I'm lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would've said it's overAnd I can't pretend...
I won't think about you when
I'm olderCause we never really had our closure
This can't be the endI really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me


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