miércoles, febrero 08, 2006
Ituzaingo, enero de 2005
En la isla con David y Grisel reconociendo los formicidos del lugar
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends and we notice you don't come around. Me, I think it all depends on you touching ground with us. But, I quit. I give up. Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems. And being alone is the best way to be. When I'm by myself it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway. When the streets are wet the color slip into the sky. But I don't know why that means you and I are that means you and.... But I quit. I give up. Nothing's good enough for anybody else it seems. When I'm all alone it's the best way to be.When I'm by myself nobody else can say... Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends and we notice you don't come around.
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