martes, 15 de abril de 2008

Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
It does me up and down,
It doesn't matter now
'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't, don't make sense.

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