December 2011
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We used to talk for hours. Look at us now.
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don’t think anyone realizes how hard it is when your little 10 year old brother tells you that all he wants for Christmas is our dad back when you know damn well you can’t do anything about it.
In a sitch like this you’ve gotta think And I don’t think you think about the way he thinks And I know you live life for yourself But it all comes down to the way you help And I know your life is such a hell You wake up early and you work until You have your drinks at 5 o’clock The hours blend and your thoughts all haunt Your hopes, your dreams, your everything Well, momma...
dianabaabe:
I just want it back the way it was.
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jahhdann:
Take a shot for me.
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iloveebreakfast:
Just like the clouds, my eyes...
