lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

Complicated.

You left us one little room with a black and white TV,
one eviction notice and a bill for therapy.
You're living all alone, you're like a dog without a bone, I said.
You're living all alone because you left us all at home,
well you had a second chance but you threw it all away,

a fourth and fifth and sixth now that was yesterday.
Now you're sitting at a bar you're just drowning in your tears,
you're lonely in the corner while everybody cheers.

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