wtorek, 23 grudnia 2014

Twenty eight.

This house is not a home to you
But you decide to go ahead and lay down
There are no words to describe the depth of your indifference
Cause I see you're here to stay
Should have known to pick my fate.

I'm so wrong, I'm so wrong
To let you in my home
Now you know where I sleep
Never felt so damn weak.

Abel Tesfaye.

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