martes, 7 de enero de 2014

As if a plane crash were timely there’s no good time for bad news, and these four words don’t come easy I don’t love you.  So listen to your friends and leave me alone. I’m just a boy I’m drunk I’m 24 I don’t want to hurt you anymore, don’t waste your tears on me now pretty girl, when I hate myself for letting you go You can be the one to say “I told you so”