by charliewaAuckland, New Zealand
Aug 2012 228 Views 0 comments
Not there anymore
It is told to everyone
That I am going on holiday
I need to see a change of scenery
I do not need voices from the past.
Is the grass truely greener on the other side
Sometimes you only see what you want to see
The day before you go
Then it is too late
and you miss what you were thinking about
... I guess that's reality
That I am going on holiday
I need to see a change of scenery
I do not need voices from the past.
Is the grass truely greener on the other side
Sometimes you only see what you want to see
The day before you go
Then it is too late
and you miss what you were thinking about
... I guess that's reality
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Posted: Aug 2012
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