All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces, bight and early for the morning races, going nowhere, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression, hide my head i want to drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow.
By: Ashley Shaffer(a really really good friend)
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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