You'd have to walk a thousand miles in my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me.
tisdag 7 september 2010
Everybody's got something
They had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday
That just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
All this I know but still I can't find ways
To let you go.
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