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ediblehearts

February 2012

104 posts

Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse

All I can ever be to you, Is a darkness that we knew, And this regret I had to get accustomed to, Once it was so right, When we were at our high, Waiting for you in the hotel at night, I knew I hadn’t met my match, But every moment we could snatch, I don’t know why I got so attached, It’s my responsibility, And you don’t owe nothing to me, But to walk away I have...