If only this is the place where I can say the truth,
without any prejudice I will say everything I feel.
Friday, April 3, 2009
My tea's gone cold, i'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad.
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