sábado, 4 de julio de 2015

With a T from Toxic.

I'm not the one who should tell you to stay.
But stay.
I'm doing all my rights, wrong.
But stay.
I might not get back up,
but stay.

'Cos every goodbye feels like a punch,
And every punch feels like love.
And I can't quite go on.

And this is our ever tragic love story.
We must play-pretend.

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