We don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
Why are you keep popping out in my head? It seems like everything I do always related to you You often like the same things like I do And I always like that CRAP
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