Monday, April 23, 2007

just a thought or lyric

left by the wayside
funny how some
never progress

same conversation
every time
same situations
every time

I don't really care
what they do
in the clubs
I don't really need
to drink until
the room spins
again

Those were fun times
Those were fun times
Those times are gone
I've moved on

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