15 de enero de 2011

In the dark of the night, I can hear you calling my name.
With the hardest of hearts, I still feel full of pain.
So I drink and I smoke, and I ask you if you're ever around,
even though it was me who drove us right in the ground.
See, the time we shared, it was precious to me but all the while, I was dreaming of revelry...

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