viernes, 20 de agosto de 2010

Dear, I wrote you a song, despite the fact you did me wrong. and dear, I don't know what the hell is going on with you, cause something ain't right. You tell me that you love me; then you go and leave me. Why you doing this to me? Baby I'm lovesick. I just can't sleep, just can't eat; can't do much of anything at all. Cause I'm sick and in love with you.

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