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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Friday, February 13, 2009

You see. I've always had this hunch, and I was right. Again.

My friend's mothers dislike me. No matter if I am on my best behaviour. D;

Crap man. I am so so so well behaved. In some cases, even better than their own kids! Yet they think I'M the one leading them astray. Psh!