viernes, noviembre 18, 2011

So this is me swallowing my pride,  standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night,  and I go back to December all the time. Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,  wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right. I go back to December all the time.♪

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