All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007 / 6:59 PM
You're the reason why I'm thinkingI don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no moreI guess that's what i get for wishful thinkingShould've never let you enter my doorNext time you wanna go on and leaveI should just let you go on and do it'Cause now I'm using like I bleedAll you know to do is lieAnd the thing is, you don't even realise it
And it's hard to say goodbye
Saturday, July 07, 2007 / 1:29 AM
Our last night
