jueves, 28 de febrero de 2008

when it rains.

And when it rains on this side of town it touches, everything.
Just say it again and mean it, we don't miss a thing.
You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole;
and convinced yourself that It's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore.



Mi foto
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Figured on, not figuring myself out.