sábado, 3 de noviembre de 2012 | By: Vïana

3 de noviembre~

You took a hammer to these walls,
dragged the memories down the hall,
packed your bags and walked away....
there was nothing I could say.


And when you slammed the front door shut,

a lot of others opened up;

so did my eyes so I could see...
that you never were the best for me♪♫

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