So now we're sitting here.
And I'm watching you cry.
And all I want to do is squeeze you.
And stroke your hair.
And tell you everything is going to be alright.
But I'm not going to do that.
Because that's your job.
You should be the one squeezing and stroking.
And I should be the one crying.
lørdag den 23. maj 2009
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