domingo, 1 de enero de 2012

Usually when things have gone this far, people tend to disappear, no one would surprise me unless you do. I can tell there is something going on, hours seems to disappear, everyone is leaving Im still with you. It doesnt matter what we do, where we are going to, we can stick around and see this night through. And we dont care about the young folks, talking about the young style. And we dont care about the old folks, talking about the old style too. And we dont about our own faults, talking about our own style. All we care about is talking, talking only me and you.