And you lock your doors like I've been here before, I feel like I've seen a ghost.
Suddenly between sheets and eyelids I am reminded why I don't do this.
I fall in love far too quickly, I never want her to forget me.
When you're gone, will you call? Will you write?
Monday, 8 February 2010
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