After I told myself that I'd try not,
That I'd control myself
Because it wasn't a good look,
When the sun goes down,
The lights cut out,
And the TV ruins the silence,
Swearing I don't care,
Because I can't be replaced...
That I think of the different ways in which you make me smile.
Goshhhh...
Apparently I wrote it 3/16/08
I can dig it.
=)
-franso
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