the days pile up with decisions to be made, i'm sure all of them were wrong.
congradulations, silver. you make andrew feel like shit.
i guess i am just not one to love or be loved. i don't deserve to.
i guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know. and there, below his frozen face you wrote the name and that ancient date and you can't believe he is really gone... when all that's left is a fucking song.
i guess i am just not one to love or be loved. i don't deserve to.
i guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know. and there, below his frozen face you wrote the name and that ancient date and you can't believe he is really gone... when all that's left is a fucking song.