08 mars 2011
I'm getting on with my life
Your in my mind for the last time
And at the most you were a past time
I'll wave goodbye when you say hello
Take down your pictures and I'll throw,
Those memories out the door, I'm
Sick of you, so sick of you, sick of all of your little lies
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