torsdag 18. november 2010


She don't mind how I dress. Or how much I work, how much I rest. She don't mind how much I sleep. Never asks why I spend the night awaken. She don't ask for reasons why. I sometimes tell her lies. She makes no plans for my days. She don't try in any ways to trick me.

She cries just like a baby
She cries just like a baby

She don't mind where I've been. Or where I go. She says it's best not to know. She don't mind where I've been. When the doorbell rings in the morning

She cries just like a baby
She cries just like a baby

It's summer, but it's so cold. Silhouettes and shadows dancing. On my window.

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