He: are you ok?
He: not really...
He: what is it?
He: she.
He: is it that time of year?
He: it is. it is.
He: and what is it? move on, what are you waiting for?
He: laugh all you want my friend,
close the door and leave..
as for me, as for the little boy in me,
this year and every year
i will wait for Christmas and Eve..
[...]
just leave.
2 comments:
What could she do to Steve
For him to so much grieve
On top of that she wouldn't leave
God, did you create such an Eve?
that time and mostly all the time :D
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