Afternoons run for cover and full moons just wonder
I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain I desire
Till you get to me on my morningside

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Wednesday, September 17, 2008, 11:41 PM

None of your stood up for me
None at all
in the end it was still the same,
in the end it was still me crying out alone
in the end it was still me alone

You're smiling over there
But I'm crying inside here

now even Pokka green tea taste bitter
fuck you