Friday, 27 May 2011

The End.

I hate the way you look at me now,
It all went wrong and I don't know how,
One minute you were holding me tight,
The next we were having a fight,
It was not meant to happen the way it did,
If I'd have hurt you, God forbid.
But it all happened so fast,
I guess I was right to doubt we'd last.

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