The Framed Picture

Sunday, June 26, 2005

One way

Some day when my lfe has passed me i'll aly around and i'll wonder why you were always there for me.

Some say better things will come out way no matter what they try to say you were always there for me.

Blah blah I just got yelled at and I lost my train of thought. Idots love to inturupt me with somthing that could wait for at least 5 minuts till I'm done.

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