quesobabasKZz

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Two Augusts ago
          	I told the truth, oh, but you didn't like it, you went home
          	You're in your Benz, I'm by the gate
          	Now you go alone
          	Charm all the people you train for, you mean well but aim low
          	And I'll make it known like I'm getting paid
          	That's just the way life goes
          	I like to slam doors closed
          	Trust me, I know it's always about me
          	I love you, I'm sorry
          	Two summers from now
          	We'll have been talking, but not all that often, we're cool now
          	I'll be on a boat, you're on a plane
          	Going somewhere, same
          	And I'll have a drink
          	Wistfully lean out my window and watch the sun set on the lake
          	I might not feel real, but it's okay, mh
          	'Cause that's just the way life goes
          	I push my luck, it shows
          	Thankful you don't send someone to kill me
          	I love you, I'm sorry
          	You were the best but you were the worst
          	As sick as it sounds, I loved you first
          	I was a dick, it is what it is
          	A habit to kick, the age-old curse
          	I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad
          	I stare at the crash, it actually works
          	Making amends, this shit never ends
          	I'm wrong again, wrong again
          	The way life goes
          	Joyriding down our road
          	Lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me
          	I love you, I'm sorry
          	The way life goes (you were the best but you were the worst)
          	(As sick as it sounds, I loved you first)
          	I wanna speak in code (I was a dick, it is what it is)
          	(A habit to kick, the age-old curse)
          	Hope that I don't, won't make it about me (I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad)
          	(Stare at the crash, it actually works)
          	I love you, I'm sorry.
          	

quesobabasKZz

this message may be offensive
Two Augusts ago
          I told the truth, oh, but you didn't like it, you went home
          You're in your Benz, I'm by the gate
          Now you go alone
          Charm all the people you train for, you mean well but aim low
          And I'll make it known like I'm getting paid
          That's just the way life goes
          I like to slam doors closed
          Trust me, I know it's always about me
          I love you, I'm sorry
          Two summers from now
          We'll have been talking, but not all that often, we're cool now
          I'll be on a boat, you're on a plane
          Going somewhere, same
          And I'll have a drink
          Wistfully lean out my window and watch the sun set on the lake
          I might not feel real, but it's okay, mh
          'Cause that's just the way life goes
          I push my luck, it shows
          Thankful you don't send someone to kill me
          I love you, I'm sorry
          You were the best but you were the worst
          As sick as it sounds, I loved you first
          I was a dick, it is what it is
          A habit to kick, the age-old curse
          I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad
          I stare at the crash, it actually works
          Making amends, this shit never ends
          I'm wrong again, wrong again
          The way life goes
          Joyriding down our road
          Lay on the horn to prove that it haunts me
          I love you, I'm sorry
          The way life goes (you were the best but you were the worst)
          (As sick as it sounds, I loved you first)
          I wanna speak in code (I was a dick, it is what it is)
          (A habit to kick, the age-old curse)
          Hope that I don't, won't make it about me (I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad)
          (Stare at the crash, it actually works)
          I love you, I'm sorry.
          

quesobabasKZz

Se fue la luz en mi trabajo de a peso...

quesobabasKZz

@ Sooru-maito  entro una chumbita hace un ratito y obviamente me aleje por ke soy peligrosa para ella no por ke tenga miedo a sus piquetes...
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