martes, 31 de mayo de 2011

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Sometimes I feel alone.
Sometimes I feel I can't do nothing well.
Sometimes I cry when you don't know.
Sometimes I remember when I was innocent and all were fine.
Sometimes I think I really was a bitch.
Sometimes I try to forgive me because I hurt you.
Sometimes I try to show how I love my new drug.
You're my new drug.
He was my drug before..
Sometimes I think: I'm not good enough.
Sometimes I think noone trust me..