I've been down this road before
I walk out the door
Leave you on the floor
Sometimes you run and hide
Your foolish pride's what keeps me from giving you more
So the best thing I can give to you is for me to go
Leave you alone
'Cause you got growing up to do
Some day I'll return when it's time for payment in kind
The churchbells are chimed
You stand before me surrounded by lights
Dressed in white
You threw flowers in the air this night
fredag, februari 06, 2009
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