martes, 30 de noviembre de 2010

He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth...

Qué más da... Sólo sé que una vez más lo hice... pensando en... 
(Tiempo así - aunque sé que ello tampoco importará).

He tells me about his night
I count the colors in his eyes 
But I know all his favorite songs...
And I could tell you his favorite color's green... 
He loves to argue, 
Born on the seventeenth ,
His sister's beautiful, 
He has his father's eyes, 
And if you ask me if I love him...

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