Augusto:
I can't shake the image of you with a rose in front of a mirror. I see you pulling off petals one by one saying "oh how are thee so deep and sensitive, let me count the ways". Guys like you went to my high school in 1984, they always had diaries and read epic poems. You are a cliche making fun of a cliche.
I can't shake the image of you with a rose in front of a mirror. I see you pulling off petals one by one saying "oh how are thee so deep and sensitive, let me count the ways". Guys like you went to my high school in 1984, they always had diaries and read epic poems. You are a cliche making fun of a cliche.