He's in love with tragedy, in love with tragedy
She was a wreck, but he loved her
She was a wreck, but so was he
And the last time he saw Dorie, he didn't know what to say
"Thank you because you loved me,
It's all on me cause I didn't want to stay, I didn't want to stay..."
Live, live, live, live because you
Love, love, love and love will make you
Give, give, give and give in when you
Break, break, break but you just want to
Fix yourself just to break again..
Friday, December 3, 2010
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