miércoles, 19 de agosto de 2009

The last message you sent said I looked really down,that I oughta come over and talk about it
Well I wasn't down, I just wasn't smiling at you. As I look at us now it seems that
you're slapping my back as if it's alright, but its not.

I'm trying to get up but you're pushing me down, so I'll get up on my own

Well I'm just a voice in your earpieces
telling you no ,it's not alright . You know you could have it so much better.

You could have it so much better if you tried.




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