mandag 27. oktober 2008

Uten tittel 2

You're not needed.
Do not turn my way.
I'm independently leaded
By my own to this day.


You might've recieved an impression
Of calls that have rung,
That you're craved in obsession,
But not from my tongue.



So if you see me pass you by
Do not think I'm missing out.
Cause you're yet to see me cry
Of you and all about.

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