jueves, 21 de octubre de 2010


Where's your gavel?
Your jury?
What's my offense this time?

You're not a judge but,
If you're gonna judge me,
well, sentence me to another life.

Don't wanna hear your sad songs;
Don't wanna feel your pain
when you swear "it's all my fault",
'Cause you know we're not the same.
We're not the same .
Oh, we're not the same.

Yeah, the friends who stuck together.
We wrote our names in blood.
But I guess you can't accept that
the change is good.
It's good.


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