miércoles, 18 de abril de 2007

Let me tell you. Let me let you know.

         
Let me let myself know? How to say... I think I'd rather not. Spoilness is not good for certain situations.

Spoil me spoil me spoil me.

What a pair of wonderful question marks you give me every time you fall into my deepness without quite knowing where you are. If only I knew.

If only I knew I don't wanna spend all my time wishing. I want to spend it with what you give me, and I don't wanna understand why.

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