Tuesday, January 12, 2010

To an old lover we perish like mist in a sunny day

Dear friends
We are gathered here to show
That differences can
And will never mean a thing

With some more experiences
I will never remember who you were
It's not the same on our own

Tonight I wont claim to be over you
I only claim to care


The worst vow is a broken vow
So to those that keep thier peace
Leta keep living with our voices flattened out

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