My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

...doesn't make sence to remember you. I'm supose to be the eternal romantic guy that doesn't want to be stuck in anyone. I've already forgot you for good so it doesn't make sence to think of you again. Bye, for the last time... at least I hope.

...I miss her. I miss her picture... Farewell














quero é orgias!!! venham mais cinco de uma acentada só que eu me dispo já