tisdag, december 21, 2010

Elin Ruth Sigvardsson

First you never thirst, no longer cursed by my skin
I make it worse, I begin to play cool but you win
Then I try to bend your little fence
But knowing when I get sad you take offence
I get mad and you defend

Is it over
Is it over
Is it over now
Is it over now

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