all my friends are gonna go deaf
by the time they reach the age of thirty-five.
but if i had a choice, and i know i don't have a choice,
but if i had a choice,
i would rather go blind.
all my friends move away.
and i'm no good at goodbyes. i never know what to say.
so, goodbye.
but if i had a choice, and i know i don't have a choice,
but if i had a choice,
everyone would stay right here.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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