"And why do we like to hurt so much? I can't decide you have made it harder just to go on and why all the possibilities well, I was wrong. That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. I drowned out all my sense with the sound of this beating and that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here? 'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here. I still try holdin' on to silly things I never learn. Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard."
sábado, 19 de fevereiro de 2011
That's what you get
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