Its been a year and it still makes me cry.

A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before
A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door
With nothing left to think I’ll probably sit around and ignore
A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door
A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before
A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door
With nothing left to think I’ll probably sit around and ignore

posted : Monday, August 25th, 2008

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