Monday, April 19, 2010
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
I like to remember them before the suffering:
When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And cursed at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day I promised
Id never sing of love
If it does not exist
I saw my daddy cry
And cursed at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day I promised
Id never sing of love
If it does not exist
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Make a move:
If you were trying to say something, Just say it. Because I'm tired of waiting around of you to decide I'm good enough for you.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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